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Mandalas

An epiphany, oh epiphany did I have…

I kept thinking about the post I wrote yesterday.  I thought about it a lot.  I kept thinking about exactly what I would do as a 9-10 year old kid in my backyard with the watercolors and my Spirograph.  I used to think that I would be an artist.  I digress.  Let’s talk about this designs and colors I came up with.  I just happen to be scroll through my social media timeline and lo and behold what do I see…mandalas.  It was like a light bulb clicked on for me.  I was creating mandalas. Like sacred geometry.  Mathematics.

“A mandala is the Sanskit word for circle, it is a spiritual and ritual symbol which is representative of the Universe.  It is used for mediation and spiritual guidance.  In dreams, it is a symbol of completeness or self-unity”  – Google

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I realized all this time when I have been doodling that I have been making mandalas and just did not consciously know it.  My subconscious knew.  I am having a moment of transition.

 

 

Blogging 101 – Day Eleven

Daily Prompt: Toy Story

What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now, and your favorite childhood toy?

You mean besides books. Watercolors and Spirograph. I loved to paint pictures and make patterns laying in the grass in my backyard. I felt so free at those times. I dreamed.

Just in case you are unfamiliar with Spirograph…
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I still adore art. I could spend hours in a museum. Just pondering. I still have moments where I am able to dream when I write and listen music. I think I seek that feeling of being free a lot. It’s the feeling I image birds free when they are soaring high in the air. In fact, I use to wish I was a bird. I am fascinated by them. I love birds. I even purchased a 64 box of Crayolas and some coloring books a couple years ago just because I felt like I needed to have them around in case I was ever in the mood to create a masterpiece. It may sound silly to some. Yet others might see exactly what I mean. Here’s to dreaming…again.