For beauty does not seek its adequate, proportionate level. It is not like water that will find a place to lie flat, or a temperature at which to freeze or boil. It always exceeds the mark; indeed, if it did not, would we even call it beauty? – A.G. Harmon

   Amid playing that odd game called golf a member of my foursome suddenly shouted, "Hey, look at this!" I knew it must be something important for Steve to have broken his laser focus on the game.

   It was.

   Gathered beneath a spray of grass edging a pond (also known as "a water hazard") was a nest holding eight brown eggs. Like a Norman Rockwell painting, we four golfers, putters in hand, leaned forward in silence until the nearby mother goose honked a warning.

  Goose eggs 3b  What do you see in this tableau?  Grass, water, a twig-thatched nest. Your eyes gather information. Your mind translates. 

   But, what lies beyond your senses? A photograph tells you what the camera saw. An attentive viewer experiences more.

   Artists and lovers know what their five senses cannot: "It is only with the heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye." (The Little Prince.) 

   You create your best work "in the dark" because you cannot "see" Love's energy.

   Leonard Cohen wrote eighty verses before paring them down to his immortal song, "Hallelujah." Where did that song come from? Why does it move millions? Neither you nor he "knows."  

   Cognition and intuition – two such different ways of experiencing life as you attend, each day, what a friend of mine calls "Earth School."

8 goose eggs 5a   One of earth's best lessons? Change requires humility. Humility triggers the three-step move to transformation: From awareness to acceptance. From acceptance over the bridge to picturing your new life. From that vision to a new life practice. 

   Your senses alone cannot take you to that new life you seek. Only your intuition can lift you to transcendence.

   Next autumn when that signature V wedges the sky, I will imagine that eight of those fliers came from this nest. 

   Meanwhile, listen to Leonard Cohen sing of "a secret chord." (link below.) With eyes closed ask, "What if I painted this song? 

   What has been born in the nest of your meditation?

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-Erie Chapman 

4 responses to “Days 98-102 – Painting in the Dark”

  1. Cheri Cancelliere Avatar

    Isn’t it delightful that a small treasure of awakening life in nature can interrupt the intensity of a golf game? Hallelujah is the song of praise of our souls. A song that rejoices in a tiny egg, a sunrise, a child’s shy smile, the rediscovery of hope, and the knowledge that we are eternally loved. Hallelujah הללויה sets us free to lose ourselves in the infinite embrace of the one who IS love. Thank you for your beautiful photos and reflection, Erie.

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  2. ~liz Wessel Avatar

    Erie, thank you for the invitation to go beyond the surface to see on a deeper level. I discovered Mother Earth cradling those eggs within her body and natures lovely mandala. I circled back to read your stunning essay more than once, and then listening to Cohen’s song touched my soul, “There was a blaze of light in every word/It doesn’t matter which you heard/The Holy or the broken Hallelujah.” Amen

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  3. Terry Chapman Avatar
    Terry Chapman

    Thanks Chip!
    What a lovely,haunting piece of music! It has the capacity to induce reflection and calls out beauty in a way only music can do. It also seems that I have known this piece forever though I only heard it the first time fairly recently. How can that be? It’s simply mystical in its effects on me.

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  4. sbeng Avatar
    sbeng

    Erie: I think the word “you create your “best work in the dark because you cannot “see” “Loves” energy. Some times I should say I need an “inspiration” before I begin to write. Often times a verse or a song would echo in my being and the subject matter I would write will flow as I put my pen on paper. Love’s enjoyment and energy flows from within my soul and then is expressed on paper. “Hallelujah Thine the Glory, Hallelujah Amen, Hallelujah Thine the Glory we Praise Thee again”.

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