Music as the Maternal Instinct. A mother doesn't lullaby to get love – but to give.
Musicians, in contrast, are yearning to get – from the audience as the mother. Their music a cry for love. Listen to Beethoven – he is desperately seeking, not giving. They all are.
Read More »"My first Vision of Light."
– Blake, “To Thomas Butts”
From the root BHA, to shine, light, bright, is derived our epiphany and theophany, and photo.
Read More »I was talking to a dentist friend who remarked on my mother across the room that she had dentures, he could tell.
I suddenly realized not only did I not know this about her – but so much else!
Read More »Lucien Stryk says of Zen: "to use the fewest … strokes of the brush to express their feelings."
In that case, my paintings – now – are certainly Zen: very few strokes, so many only one.
But, to go further: what feeling to express?
Read More »In my meditation this morning, this was given to me:
It was Magical
to be with my mother
as she passed over.
Magical:
the Awareness
of the Supernatural Power
that ever bound us
– and ever will.
The psychoanalyst George Frankl stated that
All mothers want only to love
and all children want only to be loved.
To which I would add
All children want only to love.
On a busy street the little boy has lost his mother. He runs towards one mother – then stops because she’s not her. And then another. And another. Becoming ever more desperate.
And then he sees her and runs to her – arms open, smiling.
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