FOOD FOR SEPTEMBER'S SOUL

Sometimes it's enough to simply sit at my writing table. To sit, my body still, allowing my eyes to lead, my attention to follow. In this way my eyes become a mouth through which sustenance and deep nourishment enter into the heart of me. The beauty of it is that there are no thoughts, what a surprise! The beauty of it is that I get to taste the deliciousness, or the curiosity, the comfort, or the wonder of what my eyes fall upon. Like when I look at the collage above~ random pictures randomly placed beside the iPad where I write every morning~ I get a feeling, a certain kind of feeling that I'm able to luxuriate in, a kind of right brain, thought-less experience: the power of the evocative, that's it. Gently musing on this body of images morning after morning for a week I came to recognize that it evokes the essence of September for me. Why September? No words to answer that. Maybe it's true that pictures can tell stories, but before they do, they must evoke from within us, the viewer, a feeling. That feeling, that is the treasure, the value and the worth, of an image for me. And I look not to comprehend with my left brain, oh no! That would ruin the deep feminine sort of basking my right brain naturally slips into, ahhh. Effortlessly gliding past the bright light of rationality, of needing to know, to understand, she submerges into simple presence with… and there wordlessly, silently, feeds upon the inner richness of perception without mental interpretation, sensation~ garnered from what my eyes are eating~ sounds weird, even to me! Sounds weird, feels wonderful! Now that I'm thinking about it, I see it's a kind of meditation, probably only natural, or maybe even possible, for right brain dominants~ artists, poets, musicians, and such, people who see outside the box, who can't help but see outside the box, people who are wired to see outside the box. Yay, us! For no matter what, we’ll always be well fed.