Looking at old maps of the “flat” world that once upon a time permeated the minds of our forebears – ok, a lot longer ago than we might call “forebears”- but you get my point that it was long ago, but how far away?
The maps are beautifully drawn, illustrated with dragons in the seas at the edges of the earth. We think it’s funny now that people once thought of the earth as flat. Or the earth at the center of the galaxy.
Actually I think it’s quite the opposite. It’s a wonder that we ever got another idea – I’m not going to say “got it right” because I don’t know that we have it “right.” We live so fully in the separate universes of our minds, we have our stories and our beliefs, which take up the bulk of our human consciousness.
To make matters even more dicey, we get many of these patterns before we truly feel our separation from our surroundings. Yesterday I was in my studio getting ready for a show. I’m hesitant to put some pieces in. I’m afraid to ask for comments or opinions because I don’t want to hear bad things and I don’t want to put people in a position of making it all right for me.
So doesn’t that sound like a lot of fuss? My stories are roiling around like the seas at the edges of the earth, dragons fiercely teething on the crusts of the edges of my – my what, my self-consciousness.
Bah humbug. Butting up against my insecurities is like grabbing barbed wire or climbing a wall and finding that glass has been embedded at the top. I can always say oh what the… and then put them where they won’t be seen or put them in the show. It feels like a “big decision” but really who cares?