Vibrant natural color is getting harder to come by for my mandala making. On this last Sunday of November, a heavy gray sky looms overhead as it has for the past five days. As color seems to to be draining from the face of the earth, my eyes now seek a more subtle beauty found in texture and contrast.
Gratitude for the gift of life is the primary wellspring of all religions, the hallmark of the mystic, the source of all true art. - Joanna Macy
The season of Thanksgiving has now passed, and my personal gratitude list this year was a study in contrasts: the bonds of community in a divided world, acceptance in the face of rejection, affirmation in the wake of criticism, the gift of understanding versus the sting of judgement, love transcending fear, acts of kindness shifting attention away from hate, laughter breaking through tears.
As the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer, I'm mindful that each day still holds a full twenty-four hours. Often, in this life, there may appear to be more dark than light -- too much of one thing and not enough of the other. Balance is not dependent on perfect proportions, but by the strength of the container that holds it all.