Merry Mandala Magic

 

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I love mandalas! Their soothing, repetitive marks, the color harmony...I find when life gets too crazy or my body becomes overstimulated, sitting and coloring a mandala or drawing my own calms me. 

One of my favorite books to color in is Susanne Fincher's Coloring Mandalas 3: Circles of the Sacred Feminine. I bought this ages ago and have been slowly working through the beautiful circles. I'm particularly drawn to those of the Indian goddesses and their various manifestations as expressed through shape and pattern. I find that I want to embellish them more, add circles or shapes or dots, diving deeper and deeper into their messages of victory, patience, or creative persuits. 

But there is great power in creating your own mandalas. By meditating on a goal or spiritual accomplishment, you can draw out the shape of your own peace. While doing this freehand is fun and breathless, I find comfort in the drawing of circles with my compas and measuring out degrees on a protractor. The precise lines give me a jumping-off point, and drawing them in pencil gives me permission to break the rules. 

I just want to note that mandalas don't need to be a series of repeated circles. You can draw a picture inside, or wandering lines, or a labyrinth you walk with your fingers. Whatever you can fit inside a circle is acceptable. 

when drawing your own, or even coloring those already created, find a quiet space in your mind to focus in what you desire. Try to keep this in mind as you work, and watch the mandala work its magic in your life! 

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The Magic of Mandalas Blog Hop is a radically inspiring sharing circle, with artists from around the globe sharing the stories behind their process of creating mandalas. Our mission: To inspire you to see new possibilities for your own creative practice.

One version of yourself to another

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It seems like I have a bit of catching up to do!

When I got home yesterday, I started to feel the itch of a panic attack building between my shoulder blades. What should have been easy conversations and a good dinner and maybe a movie became something much more overwhelming, each attempt to engage like nails on a chalkboard. I didn't develop an anxiety disorder until after my concussion/brain injury, so this is still new territory for me; whenever I can identify one coming on, I try to get away ASAP. That wasn't possible last night with what triggered it, so I hid in my room and made a pretty graphic to apologize for no post yesterday. 

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BTW, for those curious, I used the new Rhonna Designs Magic app to layer the words over some artwork and put some layers in-between. I wrote this scripture out on paper with Sumi ink and a Sumi-e brush when I did my blog redesign, and imported it right into the magic app from Dropbox!

As I need to get to bed, here are the pages from September 5-6.  I'll write more tomorrow in the Ning group, or maybe here.

I do know that I ended up writing a little story on my typewriter post-Ambien, which means I don't remember doing so, but I love the idea of little crumbs on each page. I'll have to write more - or can you? Give me what happens next, and we'll write it all together.

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How goes your Book? Tell me! I want to hear your stories. I have a few pics and comments I'm going to collect here and post...I love how big this is getting...bigger than just me and my urge to reconnect. Thank you for being part of the magic. 

You were wild once

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For some reason, taking a picture of our artwork and then playing with it more, is just so fun!

yesterday saw me cleaning out bookcases and weeding out my collection. I'd already gotten rid of 70% of my blook collection when me moved here from Chicago, so you'd think having to cull down the contents even further would be hard. 

It was easy, but more in that later.

In this collection were a bunch of manga and magazine and travel guides. Travel guides! And nestled back, behind the college-level books on geisha history I love the read, was my little scrapbook. It's mostly pictures, with locations written down, and most paper things taped in with packing tape or paper clips, but it's a little book of memories.

I say all this to lead to the pink haired girl that leaped off the page. I feel like she's giving me some additude, a younger me who wore all the weird clothes and make up trends. I had to not do that on my trip, so take a picture of me and Meg at the Teahouse of Ritsurin Garden in Takamatsuo, Japan, 9 years ago. 

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My very first #tbt, even though it's now Friday. My problem is I come to bed early and play and such! It helps to tire out my pup!

Anyway, who is she? That girl I see and recognize. If I try, I can close my eyes and BE there, my own time machine, memory is. I remember sitting out on the deck running around the Teahouse, eyes closed, just listening to the koi in the water and the way the water was running...the little cup that's always around stomping an even beat. The mountains were covered in green. Just barely, at the edge of my hearing, were the low murmurs of daily life, ready and waiting for when we got back. 

What I really remember is the sense of peace and love I felt, looking over the water. I was in the middle of living a really big dream, and yet, I felt calm. Centered. Like a new space was made in my soul to help me later on, when it all came crashing down. 

At least I have My Moment to use to reconnect before I lay pen to paper. Goodbye crazy dressing, Japanese fashion magazine reading Kira. I learned so many things.

Now, I'm in charge of my life, and this little group of fellow travelers joining us on the Art Journal Re-Connect on my Ning network. We talked a little about supplies. Also!  You can tag your pics #30pages30days. I love sharing! And I'm purging supplies this month, so I think I can make prizes be involved!

Enough from me! I want to see what YOUR page looks like!   

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And yes, there are church notes under her hair that I should probably transfer somewhere safer.

Here's your closing thought. Maybe it can be a prompt for tomorrow. I love little quotes or ideas, and this one I want to paint on the wall with big red letters:

You were wild once, don’t let them tame you.