By Pontormo
Study of Saint Francis : Verso: Dead Christ
Italian, about 1517
Black chalk

I am still punch drunk from 1/2 a bottle of wine and plenty of sleep. It takes until lunch before I am fully awake. Not many word in me today. Feel positive and happy.

Namaste

posted by Jatinder at 7:38 AM

Christ of St. John of the Cross,1951" by Salvador Dali

I have been thinking about fear and the psycho drama we impose on the world around us.

My thoughts on fear were sparked by a conversation with a Tae Kwon Do instructor. He was describing the belts and the meaning of the colours. Apparently the black of the black belt signifies fear, not the fear that others should have of you but the facing of inner fears. I immediately realised what my deepest fear was. It has shaped my life however it is a fear not a reality.

I was subject to a curious set of experiences recently. I put charachters around me into roles from my childhood, they acted the part and I re-experienced old emotion from that period. I was self aware enough to know it was happening but was trapped. It wasn't a conscious decision to re-enact the past and the people around me didn't realise they were doing so. I suspect this is a cycle and has re-occurred many times. Only now have I been aware enough to know it is happening.

When it was all over I felt abandoned, empty and lonely.

My running helped me recover from the brief depression and allowed me to reconnect with my energy and creativity

Why the picture?

Christ hangs over a black chasm, is he experiencing his fear of the chasm, of death. He may be regarded as a God but he came to Earth as a man with human fears.

Peace & Love
posted by Jatinder at 7:40 AM

Death Loves Me"
by Todd Lockwoood

I'm in a Dark mood at the moment. Death can seem seductive-she is wonderfully illustrated above.

Living Death, is to be abandoned, step lightly so it never happens again.

Breathe too deep and you will fall until the pit envelops you.


Namaste



posted by Jatinder at 10:04 AM

Heath at Laren, 1887
Watercolour, 52.5 x 81.5 cm
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

A lonely scene, it reflects how I feel at the moment. I have been fighting my demons all weekend and feel I have lost the battle.

Zen in one sentence, " To be able to view the Moon clearly on the surface of the pond". The pond is you, the self causes the pond to ripple. The only way to see clearly is to remove the self.

I can't see anything anymore, the pond has mountainous waves. Fear and shame.

posted by Jatinder at 7:43 AM