Welcoming the Mystery

What do you see in these intuitive drawings that are coming through me?

Although I loved to draw as a small child, as soon as I learned to read and write (which was very early), I shifted to words as my primary expressive medium, and it stayed that way for many decades.

Now, suddenly, I have found myself compelled to draw in the evenings, after my intensely verbal day’s work is done. My drawings are “intuitive,” in the sense that I have only a hazy image in mind when I open my pad, and I do my first light pencil sketch with abandon, without judgment, allowing whatever wants to appear, whether it’s a spiky Dragon, an Eagle, Dolphins, a crystal Mountain, a Tree, a River, a mountain Hut….

I have motifs that keep reappearing, and I just let them come, resisting the automatic impulse to try to interpret, decode, sort, understand. When the evening’s drawing is done, I often look at it in total wonderment: how did that come through me? I have literally never taken a class in drawing or painting (although I do have some formal training in photography). My technical skills are very limited, and yet somehow these images manage to assemble themselves onto my page.

I am going to share a recent series here without further comment. It’s so clear to me that something is wanting to emerge that is emanating from the transpersonal, a far vaster realm of consciousness than my little mind or self. It seems to want to ripple out further, not to stay bottled up in my sketchpads.

Your comments most welcome. I’ll meet you at the Golden Gate to the mysterious Mountain.