Archive for February, 2009
KALI MA: HARBINGER OF LIFE AND DEATH
Saturday, February 7th, 2009 | LIFE, STUDIO 566 | No Comments
KALI MA
I haven’t painted in eons. Who knew it would take so much death and so much questioning to inspire me to do so. If “inspire” is the right word. Kali Ma is the black goddess – the bringer of life and death: creator and destroyer. A deity that embraces the shadow aspect of herself. Go figure.
Black is that color into which all colors go and out of which all colors come. –or– as the ghetto translastor states: “Black be that color into which all colors go and out uh which all colors mosey on down.”
Kala = the appointed time.
Acrylic on Canvas
I feel a bit better.
Tolkien’s Gift
Wednesday, February 4th, 2009 | LIFE | No Comments
It is one with this gift of freedom that the children of Men dwell only a short space in the world alive, and are not bound to it, and depart soon whither the Elves know not….
Death is their fate, the gift of Ilúvatar, which as Time wears even the Powers shall envy. For Melkor has cast his shadow upon it, and confounded it with darkness, and brought forth evil out of good, and fear out of hope. ~ The Silmarillion
Death as a gift. This is also related to the concept that being kicked out of Eden was a blessing – not a curse.
I love the idea that God so loved us – that He gave us death then exiled us from Eden so that we would NOT eat of the tree of life. He loved us and wanted us to come back home. The dark voice is the one that convinces us that death is to be feared… that it is final…
I am comforted by the thought that death is a release and a return. There is no feeling like “home.” I miss that feeling. I never asked my mom if she felt the loss of “home” when her mom died – or when my dad died. I definately lost a large portion when my sister died. Then my dad died, but I was comforted by the fact my mother moved in with me. My caring for her in her illness proved to be SUCH a gift to me.
I would NEVER have fallen so deeply in love with my mother had I not seen her so vulnerable. It frightend me to death that she needed me. I remember that feeling when I looked into each one of my children’s new born eyes. I watched her wither away, her mind ALWAYS staying sharp and her humor uneffected.
Then, she was gone. Set free? Released? Given the gift of going home.
Yes. That is a nice thought.