Part Four
Spirit to the Form
Joan Lansberry
January 20, 1997
In the afternoon, I busied myself with work. But it was surprisingly peaceful. I put Nóirín Ní Riain's Celtic Soul on the platter. I was hoping the 'soulful' music would put me into a transcendent mood. The music did indeed work that magic. I felt Divine Presence. Everything I looked at seemed to have a deeper color. The room seemed full of a glow. It was truly a blessed time.
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Here, right here, in this space
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January 24, 1997
The weather was nice today. Laura and I sat out on the back porch, enjoying the fresh air and the birds. A vast choir of the feathered friends sang their hearts out. A lullaby, for in the warmth of the sun, I fell asleep.
January 29, 1997
Construction on the addition moves apace. The first row of bricks are in place, and neat groups of bricks await being made into the second row. Helina, ever the photo-historian, is capturing each stage of the process on film.
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We got a neat letter of praise from a couple of artists who want
to link to our page. We have them as one of the thirteen special
links.
(http://www.angelfire.com/az/ElectricLighthouse/index.html)They
are based in Arizona and have done some incredible things. Gary
has arranged his art in order of when it was done, and gives a
biographical sketch, if you follow the accompanying text in
sequence. I may even be inspired to do some real artwork again,
instead of just doodles. I've gotten so lazy with my artwork
since college days. Hmmm, I could even do pages with my poetry
illustrated by my artwork. So many possibilities. I really need
to get busy with it all!
Then off I was, in a powerful hurry to get to the safety of home.
Somehow it became daytime, and I was on a busy city street,
hoping to get a bus. I overheard the other people waiting for
the bus. They were hit men, and they were after me! One was
young, and looked just like the long dark haired guy who plays in
"Third Rock From the Sun". The other was tall and gaunt with
red hair. He had a sinister aura. His plan was for the younger
man to convince me to sit in a particular bus seat that had
plastic explosives under it. The weight of someone sitting on
the seat would cause them to explode, killing him. The younger
man tried in a friendly way to cajole me into sitting there. But
I refused, saying I was much too tired to change my seat. Once
off the bus, in a green tree-rich area north of town, I was off
and running again. My home was deep in a forested area. When I
came upon my home, I peered cautiously inside before entering.
Wisely so, for I found men in there with guns waiting for me.
Pant, pant, pant! I ran deeper into the forest and came upon a
large abandoned building. It looked like an old school, long
boarded up. But it wasn't without occupants. There were kindly
bums who when they learned of my predicament, did their to hide
me. I woke up while I was in hiding, aware that the assassins
had discovered this building and were searching it over.
I haven't had a heart pounder like that in ages. I told Julia
and Laura about it, as they were already awake. Laura engaged
me in a most thought provoking conversation. I at first thought
it was to get my mind off the horror of the nightmare. But this
conversation had an intended direction. She asked what came to
my mind when she said the word 'boat". I said a mint green row
boat, similar to the ones parks with ponds or rivers often have.
She asked how detailed was this image. It was quite hazy. In
describing the dream to her, I had used the word "mass transit".
She asked what images those words brought to my mind. A red and
gray bus did, perhaps because that was the color of Joliet's
buses. Also a hazy image of the New York subway. She used this
imagery to say that creative artists have a set of images in
their minds, like jpgs on a computer, that they can put into
their artwork. She then asked me to visualize Helina, what is
particular to her that makes her distinctive. Helina has very
large light brown eyes, framed with eyelids with thick creases.
There is a dark shadow under the eyes. Her nose has a slight
hook to it. To visualize her in full, was hazy. Yet these
unique details were clear, like the 'zoom' option on a graphics
program, where you can zoom in on an area. She then asked could I
draw Helina, from memory. This got me all curious. Even though
it was only 4:30am, I had to know what would result. I did
'caricatures' of the four of us, including myself. Not
surprisingly, Laura's was most realistic, having spent ten years
of my life looking at her. But all four images were definitely
recognizable as the people they intended to represent. It was an
interesting experiment. Observation skills are so important to
an artist. If you don't observe it, you can't depict it.
Later in the day, while I was trying to collect my brain cells
together by playing Solitaire on the computer, the phrase "She
who dwells within" whispered itself into my brain. I took a
listen, as it seemed the Muse had something to say.
The view out that window has been changing considerably! The
floor bottom to the addition is in place and the wood framework
for the walls is being put up. You can see where the large
windows will be.
February 1, 1997
February 2, 1997
Later this day
February 3, 1997
Gives SPIRIT to the form.
It is SHE who
Ignites the Sacred Spark,
Combustion exploding into
LIFE!
From the emptiness
To the fullness,
Goddess breath
has blown all into being.February 6, 1997
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