Skydancer's Threads

Insights and revelations are painful sometimes. Often in my case. I enjoy talking with Thea, as often the conversation leads to an insight, which I then have to recover from for a while, but the journey was never an issue, only how much I would fight it. An artist is a flame, a fiery passion that burns all that it touches and it will consume anything and anybody it can to feed its creative flames. An artist that is bound by their art, that places their ego and their self image into their work, becomes like a fire dying in its own ashes, smothered by their own product, bound by their own inability to surrender to the flame that they should be. The spark becomes an ember, and eventually becomes cold, and dies.

I have often been asked about my art, what it means, what message is there, and I have come to a realization. My art, is the ashes of my passion, the cast off residue of my creative fire, and I will not let it bind me, or ever allow myself to grow cold, spirit feeds my flame, that becomes a conflagoration to light the worlds, and the ashes that may fertilize the future, are not for me to consider. Only the fires of the journey, and the great tempering and forging of my own spirit, in the medicine I carry, is the passion that drives me. Dragonfly medicine, dragon dancing, crystal being, both created and glowing from the furnaces of the heart. This is all that I know, or understand.

Art for the future, is the creative ashes of the fires of creative passion, art for the now, is the reflection of the fires of agony and the journey of spirit in the creation of the worlds. The art we cherish today, was the spewing forth of burning spirits in the past. Are we better as souls for the flaming sacrifice of those spirits? I believe so. Do I choose to be one? No. But I accept the journey, and in acceptance, I dance in the flames, and in burning, I create.

The drums are the heartbeat, and around the ancient fires, the hearts beat with the heart of the world. Figures flame washed, naked dance in their acceptance, the animals that they are, in harmony with the night, the brothers and sisters of all the spirits, four foot, winged, snake people, wolf people, bear, otter, owl. Raven dancing, crow magic across the sky, Great Spirit listening to the drumbeat, and the foot fall, the wing whisper, the eagle feather touching cloud. I am spirit of the journey, and the spirit of the world guides my step, my dance, my drumbeat. I accept, I become, I am.

Honeysuckle, bumbles, and honeybees. Surrounded by honeysuckle, interesting, as I grew up with this particular flower in my grandmother's yard. Sound of a vacuum cleaner on carpet. Very unusual. You have to know me to understand, but I finally made repairs on the brand new vacuum I had gotten and have been doing the carpet. My theory generally is to let sleeping dust bunnies lay, but some of these are getting to be more like jackalopes. And I think they are taking up with brown recluses too... I guess it is good I do not mind burgandy carpet, better I suppose than the weave of silver hair and creeping dusties... chuckle...

If you really want to create, you will find a way. If all you want is the illusion of creation, or you have a totally false sense of the reality of art and it's cost to the soul, then nothing will help you. A pencil on a piece of paper in the hands of an artist will produce art. A hundred thousand dollars of computer, software, cameras, a pile of paint and canvas still, will produce only what the soul puts in them. Usually only reflections of ego or illusions of an empty spirit.

You know that thing that the computer geeks keep saying about backups? Trust me, it matters.... ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!
so there!
EeeeeeeeKKK!
Blahhhh....
Humph....

Well, I figured out a few things. Spirit is not interested in a yard sale. Must have something else in mind, as rain is a definate sign to stop what I had in mind. I also have added to my list of things to do during this time of determination. Rebuild things so I have a fully functioning computer again, start putting my work on Ebay, and unpacking and organizing the boxes and crates I have had still packed from a couple of years past. Seems like the thing to do. I also discovered that I can make moon disks from pancake batter. I just have to let them get really brown and really permanently toasted. It also reminds me I have to not go online when I am cooking...

Things have found a very chaotic path since the moon Dark, and in the comments and communications with friends about the situation, this note comes very close to my own heart and feeling:
{From the Goddess Thea} We have been in some serious retrograde. I am receiving calls from many who are experiencing this chaos. This is a determining time. How you spend your time these next few weeks, what you hold in your vision for yourself and your work is greatly going to have an effect on what you will be doing for the rest of your life. Time to get really clear. I suggest hugging a tree.::

My own reply is:

Well, from what you say, then I must, go for a hike, sit naked in a waterfall, draw in pen and pencil a beautiful muse, craft a poem of love and joy, and one of pain and growth, photograph a beautiful nude, craft a flock of goddess flutterbys, compose a work of fairy music, prepare a feast of wonderful things, bring out all my crystals, and reconnect with them, and watch a sunset from a mountaintop, and a sunrise from a waters edge, stand in a forest and commune with the trees. Send each of my friends an expression of joy, and each of my loves, a fragment of my heart. And share with another the threads of the weave. What more could my life hold?

Total Eclipse of the Moon tonight.... So are you dancing naked in the dark of the Moon? And if not, why the heck not... chuckle... Here in the western carolina mountains, it is going total about 11:15 pm. Moon Dark, time for circles, fairy lights and lots of drums

Artwork by Marion Z. Skydancer. © Chaos Dragonfly Publishing

another shot of the Witsilk Poplar, from about where the other photo stops, on up... this is one seriously large tree.

Photo by Marion Z. Skydancer. © Chaos Dragonfly Publishing

Have to make a note to myself to do some exploring out there, it is really quite beautiful country, and I found some nice waterfalls too. Always a good thing to make notes for good nudes in nature locations and places to shoot my fairy and goddess work.

Thanks Sil, by examining the source code in your blog, I figured out how to put images in here... grin... You are definately the Goddess.

Time to start getting out into the wild, doing a little hiking, getting the wood back into the blood.

Photo by Marion Z. Skydancer. © Chaos Dragonfly Publishing

This is a giant poplar tree, known as the Witsilk Poplar near the Appalachian Trail west of Franklin, NC.