The veil between the worlds is thinnest
When the heart remembers.
Susan Korsnick 2016
The veil between the worlds is thinnest
When the heart remembers.
Susan Korsnick 2016
CALLING THE MOON
You called me
Cycle by cycle.
I called you in turn-
A rhythm shared.
And now a new rhythm begins
To find you, I go within.
Susan Korsnick 2016
Swirling and twirling
In ecstatic joy.
Holy- the rhythm.
Divine Luna smiles.
Susan Korsnick- 2016
“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”
Chief Seattle (1780-1866)
With all of the darkness right now from the embarrassing US presidential scene to Orlando shootings, I am choosing to stand on the side of love and light. I will do what I can from a place of joy, love, honor, and respect. For me, that is creating art that lifts up what I value most — nature, the Divine in everything, and the beauty in the everyday.
On April 20, 2010, the horrific BP oil disaster killed and injured countless animals and damaged miles of sea and land. My empathetic nature brought me to a place of being nearly overwhelmed by the magnitude of what humans have done and continue to do to the earth and sentient beings. Thankfully, I was inspired to use my art as my voice. I created a mixed media piece called Treasure In the Gulf to honor the lives of those that suffered and died, specifically the sea turtles. Art matters. The Georgia Sea Turtle Center on Jekyll Island, Georgia, got wind of this piece and asked to sell prints. I agreed, donating a portion of the proceeds to the center for the rescue and rehabilitation of sea turtles victimized by the tragedy. In some small way, my art made a difference. We each have to do what we can when faced with darkness in all its forms. Sometimes, we cannot fathom how our actions will impact others. It’s just important to act from the heart.
I’m feeling called again. We (and this is the universal “we” of the larger culture) invade their (the animals who were here long before us) territory to build homes and businesses then wonder why they are encroaching on “our” space. We destroy their habitats and put those that remain into captivity then wonder why they act the way they act. We call ourselves thrill-seekers, putting our lives in harm’s way for the rush we get for being in danger, then wonder why we are attacked. We wonder why there aren’t as many of a species (or why they vanished) when we hunt them for “sport” and pose for “cutsey” pictures of ourselves with rifles and a beautiful dead beast lying in a pool of its own blood on the ground in front of us.
Look at us. There are some who have taken the position that we are here to hold dominion over the earth and its other inhabitants (the animals, the trees, the ocean, and all others). Dominion… domination. Look where that has gotten us.
My belief holds that we are stewards of the land and that we are here only for a little while to take care of, honor, protect, and love. Yes, we need places to live and yes, we need food. We can have those things and be stewards of the earth at the same time. “In our every deliberation, we must consider the impact of our decisions on the next seven generations.” Iroquios saying circa 1700-1800.
It is a tragedy when an animal does something that harms or kills a human being. I do not diminish that with this blog post by any means. I want to broaden our perspective and take compassion on all the beings involved in these stories. It is also a tragedy that the animals are blamed and killed when their action is a direct result of our own actions. They are acting out of their own nature. It is how they are and how they have lived for thousands of years before we came along and put them in these unnatural positions.
I’m going to let my art speak for my pained heart. I am only one person but I’m not helpless. The best emerges when we each stand and do what we can. For starters, I am inspired to create art that honors Alligator, Silverback Gorilla, Lion, and Shark. I am sad for people who have suffered or died and I am equally sad for the other victims in these situations– the animals.
“When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money.” (Cree saying)
For women, the divine feminine is a concept that may be unfamiliar except in the context of the Virgin Mary. I painted this to remind us that our legacy as women is the entire history of the divine feminine found in ancient cultures around the world. She is earth mother, healer, creator, and destroyer. She embodies love, compassion, courage, strength, and creativity. All of these goddess images are our legacy and all reside within each of us.
This piece is featured in Volume 3 Issue 2 of Wild Woman Rising magazine, an amazing online magazine that celebrates and honors women. http://www.wildwomanrising.com/category/volume-3-issue-2/
1. Listen to my heart more & my brain less.
2. Give myself unconditional love & acceptance.
3. Say “Yes!” to the Universe.
For Summer Solstice, my friends and I are gathering to honor this special day & recommit ourselves to one another… unique blossoms that together form a garden of incredible beauty, grace, & strength. I wrote this poem to remind us of what makes us thrive.
A Blessing To Each Flower
A seed secure in the soil asks not, “What shall I be?”
It’s unique beauty comes naturally, effortlessly.
Nourished and nurtured, it grows more fully into itself
And what it is IS what it is meant to be.
The birch envies not the willow
Nor does it strive to be anything other than Birch.
Daffodil degrades not the dandelion
Nor does it mock the maple.
For all have a place in Gaia’s garden.
All are loved & accepted unconditionally.
And while each has needs that differ from another
All radiantly bloom with this blessing….
May we each have the tender care we need,
May we each be given the space to grow,
May we see our own beauty,
And may we celebrate the uniqueness in every blossom.
The image of women dancing in the light of an enormous full moon has brewed in my imagination for some time now. Our natural cycle is so closely linked to the cycle of the moon that a painting showing this connection is particularly meaningful for me. Several women clasp hands as they twirl in the sand; while a lone figure reaches out to them. Who is she? Is she hesitating? Is she eager to join in the dance? Is she me? Is she you?
Visit my Etsy shop at www.etsy.com/shop/PureSusan to see this painting & my other work.
Years ago, an amazing college professor introduced me to the world of Greek & Roman mythology. While I’ve regrettable forgotten her name, I vividly recall the myths she brought to life every time she walked into class, hopped up onto her desk, & told us stories as if we were eager grandchildren crowded around her feet. She brought them all to life– Zeus, Diana, Aphrodite, Apollo, & Persephone to name a few. The goddess who comes to mind when I pull in my driveway, the porch light shining like a beacon in the dark is Vesta, Roman goddess of the hearth (Hestia in Greek). Romantically, I envision her lighting a fire in the fireplace & turning on a lamp beside the sofa… beckoning me to come home where I can rest, reflect, & rejuvenate when the windchill dips below zero & the ice lays thick on the dangerously slick roads.
Now I know I’m the one who left the porch light on for myself; yet, isn’t it lovely to picture a goddess tending the fire of the home, making it welcoming, warm, & safe for all who enter? I embody the qualities of that goddess every time I light a candle at dinnertime or leave a small light on in the kitchen so my boyfriend can find his way to make coffee before sunrise. These are all attempts to bring in light where there was none. I’m the keeper of my own hearth. I am Vesta.
I take the image of Vesta step further. Home is often a symbol for our spirit or Soul so could Vesta also represent the flame within each of us? Ovid is credited with calling her “the living flame”. Could I embody this goddess’s attributes, living my life so the Divine spark within me turns into a living flame, illuminating my path & those whose lives I touch?
Yes, I am Vesta but I am also Aphrodite, Athena, Kali, & Kuan Yin. As are you.
Perhaps it’s because I’m an October baby.
Perhaps it’s the sight of skinny scarecrows in their denim & flannel, standing watch over dried cornfields.
Perhaps it’s the growing darkness & thinning of the veil that lets us receive messages more clearly from those who have passed.
For all those reasons, and more, October feeds my soul. I feel a greater connection to all that is across time & space, a humble sense of awe for the beauty around me, & a quieting of my spirit.
My sister called with a very simple wish to fulfill… “We need a traditional fall experience. Fi and I will be there Friday night.” She need not say any more. I knew exactly the kind of experience they would love– a crisp, cool day on a farm.
The next morning, we parked near the farmhouse surrounded by orchards dotted with bright red apples & fields dotted with bold orange pumpkins of all sizes. A John Deere tractor, pulling a wagon, stopped so we could climb aboard & sit on hay bales as the driver took us up to the orchard.
Armed with empty bags, we jumped down & wandered among the trees, looking for apples to pick. Not all of them made it into our bags… one apple the size of a grapefruit tempted us too much. Like three Eves, we took enormous bites, letting the juice run down our wrists & soak our sleeves.
We munched leisurely & made our way to the pumpkin patch. Men & women of my generation will understand the reason why I immediately pictured Linus hugging a blue blanket, waiting patiently for the Great Pumpkin to arrive. (Secretly, I want to see him, too.) Choosing a pumpkin was difficult, for how do you choose the perfect pumpkin when they are all perfect? A young man with pruning sheers clipped the stems of our chosen pumpkins & we rolled the orbs into our arms, trying hard not to spill the bags of apples. Now we were both sticky & a bit dirty but isn’t that what it’s all about?… enjoying the moment to the fullest?
By now, our cheeks & noses were as red as our apples & it was time to go but not before my sister & niece posed for one last photo.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” LM Montgomery