The word appeared in a dream and I wanted to honor it.
I thought of a figure emerging from a cave or perhaps a bit of light in darkness.
All day I asked myself – what was the energy behind liberation?
I went to my studio and “drew” with some pastels. I spread pigments around in a random fashion. First one piece- too basic (i.e., I was controlling too much) and then the next.
The shape of a partial head appears, with a strange-looking eye and ear. The chin is too pointed until I see it as tip of heart- the other “hump” of the heart lost off the page.
And there it was- my liberator- an alien-like form with heart for a head.
Perhaps this is where all energy of liberation arises- it is not in the depth of blackness as I had imagined with my figures emerging from a cave, nor is it only in the mind and it’s determination of what is “right” and what is “wrong” and its desperate attempts to leave the “wrong” behind.
It may be the heart and experiencing life with the senses of the heart- symbolic eyes and ears- by which the energy of liberation first appears.
The heart, too, knows “right” from “wrong” and the heart knows, too, it was not meant to suffer. Unlike the mind, though, the heart believes its freedom is inherent. Thus, it is the heart that gives a piece (peace) of itself to the mind.
And the mind, too, remembers its freedom.