Healing and growth through intuitive art
Hard to move?
With the roots pressed down
It is hard to flow
But here is a little secret
If you are interested
There is one little thing that will change everything
All will be taken by surprise
Hold with joy the knowledge
That you are opening up
No rush
Even if something got stuck on the road
Your child-like curiosity
Will take you all the way.
Momentary shape
I don’t have words for this
As it happens lately
Things are beautiful and transparent
The essential wellbeing
Doesn’t take these structures seriously
All are landscapes of the mind
And joy to play with
It does not matter what they do
I’m here
I’m love
All is good.
The man is on fire
The man is a chair
He is bent as if he is sitting
And as if he is playing the mandolin
Or is he a sound?
The fire starts cold
And then
Maybe he is dancing
His head is only lightly attached
And without his head
He is turning into light
Who is this man?
The two last ones are such a good description of where I am nowadays.
I am sitting a lot, as I cannot walk, stand, or lie down without excruciating pain. So I sit a lot.
I am playing music.
I am dancing in my heart.
I am on fire.
Yes.
Blockages come and I blow them away. And if I don’t, something comes along and does it for me. Thank you these things that come along.
I feel as if there is a cloud in my head. I don’t feel like doing anything. I am not pulled by anything. I feel tired. My eyes almost close. What to do? I can sleep. But I choose to make a drawing.
A cloud of resistance
There are five systems in the drawing: the brown, the ochre, the pink, the red in the sky that cannot really be called a system, and the pencil lines.
The pink has the association of body and touching. These are the associations that I have.
The ochre has the association of sand of the deserts around Israel of my youth. Very small particles of this sand used to fly in the air with hot winds, coming from the east. We called these winds Hamsin. It is an Arabic word. I don’t know what it means (something about heat I’m sure) but this was the name that was given to these hot winds from the deserts that brought the sand particles. They flew in the air and would get through any crack and fill the homes with dust.
The dark brown reminds me of mud, of wet earth, and brings associations of the holocaust and wet earth after heavy rains, earth that sticks to your shoes and is hard to get rid of. It slows you down and makes you heavy and wet, from the rain that continues to fall on you.
The red is wounding and maybe death. I think of the death of my father in the war.
The pencil lines are nerves and irritation.
As I write about the associations, my mind opens more and I start to notice the way all the lines entangle themselves with each other to create some kind of a net, a disorganized net. And what connects all the parts? Associations. One thing reminds of another and so on. These are what create this cloud that floats low above the ground and blocks the view.
Then I notice that the blockage is not leak proof. There are little holes and you may be able to look trough them. Sometimes, with clients I invite them to look through similar holes in their blockages and we see what is being kept away. But it is the blockage, the stuff that makes the blockage, which wants to be listened to now.
Suddenly, from all this observing, from becoming more open, I get the big picture. This is a result of having done this many times before, and having seen beyond the blockages many times too. There is infinite freedom beyond this point. All of these parts and associations are the way fear tries to prevent me from letting go of my past and all the ideas that block happiness.
What came to me is to blow it away. I do and in my mind it goes away quite easily. After having seen it so many times, it does not matter what was the content of all these ideas that intertwined with each other. I know there is no reality to them now, so why would I bother. Well, maybe I enjoy finding what they came from, each and every one of them?
I think I do.
But it does not compare to freedom, does it?
The ongoing creation of the world
Today is the birthday of Giora
And even though he was never born
He is saying thanks
For this amazing event
That led to the ongoing creation
Of his world
Which is beautiful beyond description
And led to his involvement with the truth of love
With the wondrous path to be back in alignment
With the truth
With his home
With his beloved
His enthusiasm
And his eternal joy.
Collapsing
The door swings open
The man is trying to stand
But it is all going to fall on him now
Will something good happen in the end?
He had built a structure
And it is like a cartoon now
The man is lying on his stomach
The telescope collapses on him
Many people collapse on him
It is comical
He is still in pain
But the cartoon is promising that something funny will happen
Watch for signs
The façade of the building smiles
The nose is like a telescope
And the structure is collapsing now
Trying to carry his burden
The man still hangs on
To his imagination.
Tell me, my intuition: What is going on with me now, I asked?
Isn’t it amazing to be able to find this out so easily?
Want to try?
Ask your intuition: What is going on with me now?
Make an intuitive drawing (Go to PsychotherapyThroughArt.com. Bring the cursor to “Services”. A scroll down menu will open. Bring the cursor to “E-mail art therapy”. Another scroll down menu will open. Click on “The deepening art process 1”. After you read it there will be a link to “The deepening art process 2”). These two pages will show you how to make an intuitive drawing.
When you are done,
Collect words and sentences from different parts of the drawing. Mix them up and create a poem from them.
Lines across the path
The soft lines of ploughed earth
End at the foot of the hills
Where the flow of green
Also stops
Red in the sky warns you
That it can turn black
And even here
At the beginning of your trip
Where you can touch the earth
With bare feet
There is a branch across your path
Are you sure you want to go?
And the river speaks for you
Saying yes.
I did not like this drawing so much and it lay on the table for a while.
The “reading” was so simple and straight forward. You just describe what you see and you have the meaning.
So many times it is like this, in life too, that the secret is hidden in plain sight.
It is about resistance: The fear of moving in your flow. If you want to flow, change the subject of your trust from habits to love.
The way the roots develop
The way the roots develop
Is by inclusion of the earth
That is around them
The earth drinks the thoughts of the sky
And if you look at
How the earth is speaking body language
You’ll see
That the intensity of your pain
Is gone
Your fields are organized and loved
Your heart is green.
It is about my nerves growing, eating what the body has to offer them. The thoughts of the sky that feed the earth are my thoughts that create my body, and having changed my thoughts, the body, which is earth too, responds accordingly.
This is what my intuition says.
Walking with his dream
The little kid
Is walking an ancient path
The rocks become brittle
And turn into sand
The little hill
Loves to feel his feet on its back
The little hill and he
Are good, loving, friends
Sometimes it rains
And memories of old friend river
Turn to memories of old friend mud
But he walks on with old friend wonder
And you can read his writing
Which he leaves behind
Written on the air
When you see
A leaf falling
Or when a bird
Flying through the sky
Is gone.
This came when I could not sleep at 3 or 4 from the pain.
I thought that what would come would be bitter, frustrated or something of this sort. But this came, almost as it is. I made only a few little changes. How can it be?
How can I be tortured physically and have this come through me?
What do you think?
For the time being, my body is there and my mind is here. Soon my body will start following my mind.
And where will I be then?
1. The Green
2. The Habits and the Flow
3. The Human Condition
The reds go to the green
But he is overwhelmed and afloat
The river flows rigorously by him
And everywhere else
He remembers the river from a dream
The browns are curious, supportive and showing the way
Just as the lines of his drawings are
And the Green welcomes them
There are golden drops all over the place
I told you he is overwhelmed
I did not tell you it is joy
The reds are riding in dutifully
Hoping they are in the right direction
Reminding of biblical tribes of nomads
Who always go to where the green goes.
A few notes:
The nomads who follow the green are the subconscious habits that we have. Of course I did not think this when I wrote the poem. You try to escape them by changing your life and there they are with you again.
This is a description of my life at the moment. Of course I did not think so when I wrote it. The lines help me a lot to see clearly.
The joy is all over the place, in the curiosity, in the creativity, in the love, in the beauty, in itself.
The poem has power because it speaks in pre-language. You put words to it but it is the pre-language that speaks.
The river was seen sharply and clearly in a deep state, showing me that the flow of real life is always right here with us, strong and eternal.
Why is the green the hero?
About satisfaction:
When beauty is created through you there is satisfaction.
It is the beauty that came through, that puts you in wonder, provoking deep appreciation and thankfulness, that you can also call satisfaction.
You feel you did something that is meaningful. You expanded, surprisingly. You have more love now. This is satisfaction.
Do you need anything? No. Thanks. Everything is OK.
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