Let’s go back in time about 8/9 years ago (give or take) in Tularosa, NM, at the Tulie Creek at the Bunkhouse.
I held a Community Ed workshop, outdoors and it was wild and dreamy and intrepid. Raw materials of copper wire, mesquite stumps, shells from Maine, glass beads, trinkets and morsels of reclaimed items. Hammering in two big heavy nail stakes into the mesquite stump, wrapping wire and forming it into a face, the students/partcipants would create whatever came to them. One woman in particular caught my attention, she expressed that she was making this for a friend of hers, whom had breast cancer. Touched by this, I watched her make this amazing formation of shells and beads and then what really caught my heart was an old couch spring that she used to portray the waves of radiation. 5 women attended this beautiful innocent and memorable workshop. I felt honored to share this space with them.
Now…in the present. I was invited to a home, close by here in Alamogordo. A wonderful space with abundant creativity, glass of wine in hand, nodding and listening to this person as they explained different pieces of art, I glanced passed some of the dominating pieces and saw a mesquite stump with a wire face donned with beads and shells. The person explaining the art shared that this was given to his wife as a gift while she was undergoing Chemo Therapy. He continued talking about other art, his voice became like an echo that droned on and on. I was looking at a gift that was made for someone who was struggling for their life, I was looking at a piece of art that a woman made for another woman, I was looking at a piece of art that brewed from my dreams and shared with others so that they could express how they feel! As the tour continued, I could not get this out of my mind, As the evening progressed I kept pushing it to the side to concentrate.
A simple reunion with a material thing? Was I meant to see this piece at that very moment? Why was I meant to see this?
The next morning I drove for nearly 4 hours to Cedar Crest, NM to pick up a painting. During this trip I heaved with tears, as they flowed down my face and neck.
Reflecting back to the previous evening to this person whom had invited me to their home and how I was totally engulfed in this piece of art that showed itself to me, calling out to me, like a message of sorts. See me! Here I am. I am loved, I am grounded and I am OK. This woman whom I had never met? she became heavy in my heart….I wept and wept and wept. Sobbing like a child and yet feeling so connected at the same time? Beautiful, strong and intense…..I let this wave of pain, release and celebration vibrate through me until it became a lovely hum, like an Ohm.
If that is the only reason why the universe invited me to that space, for the evidence of Karma, not coincidence.
I was shaken to the core.
The eyes of my heart were open to see this.
Thank you, Universe, Great Spirit, Great Mystery.