An Amazing Coincidence
The circle of spirit and creation. |
It was a time in my life when I was searching for a career that would
fulfill me. I was doing a lot of writing at that time trying
to sort out what I really wanted to do. I have been a graphic
designer and artist for over 15 years. I loved the work but I also
had a driving passion for personal and spiritual growth. I felt
torn between art and spirit. I couldn't decide which field I wanted
to pursue more.
One day I was reading a book called "Your Life Purpose." The
author stated that mandalas were a great way of seeing how balanced
or out of balance your life was in all it's myriad of forms. Not
having any idea what a mandala was, I looked up the word in the dictionary.
The term was not in there. (I must have a crappy dictionary or
maybe I was suppose to create a meaningful definition for myself.)
Not to be discouraged I got on the Internet and did a search on
the word "mandala". That keyword didn't produce many results.
From the few web pages I did find, a mandala appeared to be a "pretty,
colorful circle." None of the pages addressed the origin of
the word or what to do with it, so I dropped the subject.
A couple weeks later I was reading a different book called "The
Artist's Way" and she too started talking about mandalas! I
got excited and frustrated at the same time. What the heck was the
significance of these mandalas?!?
For 37 years I had never heard the term and now, in a two-week period,
the word had popped up in two books I just happened to be reading.
I felt it must mean something if it kept being pushed into my awareness.
As in the first book, she didn't go into much explanation about
the history or purpose of mandalas, but spoke of its spiritual nature
and the use of them in initiating change and clarity. I still had
no idea what I was suppose to do with these "pretty circles." It
felt like I was being sent a message but the communication was garbled
and unclear. It was as if I was receiving Morse code, but I don't
know how to read Morse code! I really wanted to understand but not
knowing what to do next, I dropped the subject.
The following month I attended a week-long program called "Led
By Spirit". The program was about learning how to turn up the
volume on our "small, still voice within," and on trusting
our own inner knowing. Most of us learn early in life that the safest
way to live is by trusting the opinions of others more than we trust
ourselves. We become experts at acquiring approval, direction, and
confirmation of our choices, by referencing those around us.
Somehow I knew the answers to my career questions would come from
inside me and no other. I had hoped the program would help me to
better hear my own wisdom on the subject.
On Friday morning, the last day of the program, I was sitting
on the balcony of my hotel room enjoying the view of the ocean and
writing in my journal. I asked myself, yet again, "What is the
significance of the mandala for me?" I hypothesized several
possible answers but none of them felt "right". It was
time for class so I finished up my last remaining thoughts and went
down stairs.
The participants were sitting a circle and getting settled in when
the workshop leader pulled out a big coffee table type book and said, "today
we' re going to talk about mandalas." I threw my pen up into
the air both in disgust and disbelief. "NOT THIS MANDALA STUFF
AGAIN!!," I said to myself. "Jeez, what is going on here?!?!" I
wanted to jump right out of my chair, grab the teacher, and make
her tell me the meaning of these mandalas. The instructor saw my
reaction and looked at me questioningly. I waved her off and told
her to continue.
I tried to focus on what she was saying but my mind was still reeling
from this truly bizarre coincidence. It felt like someone was tapping
me on the shoulder but
every time I turned around, no one was there. The exercise we did
that day with mandalas was interesting but I left the program still
not knowing its significance in my life.
One sunny, quiet morning a couple of weeks later I was sitting outside
enjoying the beauty of our back yard. The sun was sparkling diamonds
on the water. I looked in wonder at the different shades, intensity,
and textures of greens in the grass and foliage. Everything was so
amazingly beautiful, intricate, complex, and varied. I felt such
a deep sense of appreciate and awe for God the Artist. I started
thinking about how she is one of the most amazing artists I have
ever known. Then it hit me.
The mandala message is so obvious to me now I don't know how I ever
missed it. For the last four years I've been trying to decide whether
I wanted to continue pursuing my love for art or follow my passion
for spiritual growth. They both felt like very strong desires.
The circle represents the wholeness and eternity of spirit. The
painting or drawing of the circle is the act of creation (art). The
mandala represents a marriage of both Art and Spirit into one. Personal
growth has always been a spiritual act for me. In my mind, they are
indistinguishable. Figuring out who I am is figuring out God.
My work would be Spirit expressed THROUGH Art. My art would be FOR
spiritual work. I don't have to pick one career over the other, I
can do both of them!. I can combine both my loves into one career!
Both contained within the circle.
Since that experience I have quit my job and have been designing
web sites and promotional material for organizations and people who
focus on personal and spiritual growth. The perks have been enormous.
I get to use my creativity in art while at the same time be involved
in the process of helping people create themselves anew. AND, I get
to work with people who feel as passionate about the work as I do.
I've even created my own web site (this one) where I share what I
have come to know. It has been absolutely wonderful.
I'm not sure how to describe how I know this is the significance
of the mandala for me. All I can say is something clicked into place
when the idea of combining art and spirit first came to me. Much
like it feels when you find the right jigsaw puzzle piece and it
snaps into place. It feels "right." It feels significant
and important. It feels like clarity. It feels directional.
Thank you God for being so patient and persistent with me!
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