SIBYL MAGAZINE—December 2017/ An Artistic Web
A Pilgrim Seeking Temples
Sandra Mattucci—An Artistic Web
A slender thread spooled itself from within my being. From where did this fine feather-like hair of elasticity come? An invisible place inside me creates, often times, without my seeing the intricate web of life from which I hang. My every step, a piece of twine, dangles from the earth within which I am centered. The core of my being is fashioned to the very breath inhaling and exhaling in effortless wonder. But is it that effortless? I humbly respond, “Yes.”
For a moment, I envisioned myself to be a tiny spider dwelling in a gigantic home called earth. On this spinning marble, she swings mystically fashioning a pattern, not needing a single second to look back to see if everything is unfolding as it should. This tiny clever being trusts what is forming is GOOD. She hopes that the web she is weaving will hold her, what flies into her design will sustain her, will birth the life growing inside her. Her children’s first steps will emerge from the strands she has woven. Storms will arise and wreak chaos on the foundation she has spun into life. Even if all she has artistically made is launched by winds to a new uncharted terrain, she will build anew. Each time knowingly and unknowingly all within her will continue to create an Artistic Web of Life which will connect her to her dwelling place.
The Camino upon which I embarked, began before I physically set out. I was nudged to make the arduous pilgrimage to discover the me I thought I had lost. I accepted the invitation. The path became the ground of my being. I walked, I skipped, I danced, I paused. My back pack did not slow me down. Instead, the rhythm of every step gauged the pattern of life. Returning home, I took my pen and began to fill in the canvas. Slowly, the creative process took on a life I could not have imagined. The web of my being discovered this simple pilgrim. I found myself an explorer of sorts. A gentle strand, frayed at the edges, connected me to all of life.
My imagination stretches me and I swing from a tree branch attaching myself to the wings of a seagull in flight. I caress the peaks of mountain tops and attach myself on an unfurling wave…I cast ashore on a speck of sand and I rise to the stars. I latch onto the moon and dare to reach for the sun where I will burn with desire. The quest, to seek the Source of Life that lives and moves and fashions my being, connecting me to all. The artistic way of life is a never ending pilgrimage. The ‘temple’ now easily discovered.
These past twelve months you have woven yourself into my story. Find your thread now and create the life you are meant to live—Beautiful temple that is You—that is I.