We humans: We are capable of so much.
So very much.
We can easily let our suffering define us.
We know how to give in to our anger.
We are skilled at the delicate weave of long tales of woe,
knotted together with the prickly yarns of loss, of grief, of hurt.
It is well within our nature to run away from our dreams
with the same intensity as we would if being chased by wolves.
We have walked on the moon,
Learned out how to fly;
Stood firm against hatred,
Refused to go quietly
To the back of the bus.
It has been scientifically documented
Again and again
That we are capable of stringing together
A quiet string of words
In such a way
That our fellow humans can't help but weep ~
Caught in a state of disbelief
That life can be so beautiful
And we humans can be so pure.
This is what I was thinking about as I sat in the background of a weekend of awakening shared with sixteen eager students and an extraordinary teacher named Sabrina. Whenever it was not necessary for me to be mixing paints, preparing gesso, or answering questions, I sat still on the sidelines and just basked in the glow. I listened to the scratch of pens across paper, watched the expressions of wonder across all the beautiful faces, and felt my heart stir at all the magic and beauty we humans have within us.
There are so many stories of suffering and pain in the world right now; there is no shortage of information that serves no purpose other than to drain our weary, tender spirits. But not everywhere, and certainly not in this studio while Trust the Mess was in full swing. Here was where I was witness to what we humans are capable of. Here I was reminded of how precious these moments are ~ these moments when we take a chance, and go to great lengths to spend two days in a room with strangers, willing to cry and smear and sand and laugh and show up in every possible way. Here was mystery and joy, here was compassion and light. Here was a deep howling at the wild moon within us, where everything is possible and all is right with the world.