When I open my heart to perceive what wants to capture my attention, to hear what’s calling, I get that I am not the sole engineer and architect of these glimmers of mystery, I’m in a collaborative dialogue with the creative field.

Some of the mandalas I’ve made are simply creative visual explorations without much deep pondering, and others are more thought provoking and soul stirring. This morning evoked an inquiry I’m still working with 50+ mandalas later.

Something keeps calling the next Mandala into being; a mysterious, emergent something that’s revealing itself in the making and sharing of them. It feels like learning a secret code to decipher messages from the natural world.

Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not here.

It’s one thing to know you’re caught in the energy of struggle, and a whole other deal to stop bucking against it.

We’re more in charge of our state than we believe, but first we have to understand why our sense of well-being is constantly shifting and changing.

Magic isn’t bound by the physical world, and it won’t be limited to one plane. It just keeps inviting us to open to wider perceptions and greater possibilities.

Downgrading magic for certainty is a crappy strategy.

One of the most challenging things to settle with is the idea that the things we love will end.