Bear Medicine

Last weekend I started an intuitive painting. You know, just puttin' paint to canvas without expectation. As I worked on (what are now) the background layers, a shape emerged, and it asked for attention. I honored it by giving the form some definition. What came through was Bear Medicine.

The practice of intuitive painting and drawing is common for me. It's a space to which I'm drawn. And there's a metaphor of Word. And it's an active space to which Nona Entropy has bound me.

All the same, it seems that lately it's taking a turn. A turn toward discipline, or ~ some might say ~ obsession. It's taken a turn toward expansion of meaning and healing too: Medicine. Thank you, Nona E.

In any event, I was perplexed by the emergence of Bear and have been sitting with the mystery of it all week. Today ... today I begin to see and feel inside the shadow of that mystery. To Bear witness. Today, my mother, Little Rita, would have been celebrating her birthday. This past week also held the birthday of my mother-in-law. And there it is: Bear Medicine. Or, at least an aspect of it. A place for me to sink a root or two ...  until I "finish" this latest work in progress, "Bear Medicine."

And I share this WIP with my artful friends at this week's Paint Party Friday ... and, as it turns out, with the tail end of February's Art Journal Journey!

Peace.