Dear : Please post this for me to the KAS group if feasible. - Danielle

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Dear Chrism:

 

Please post this for me to the KAS group if feasible. I have very limited

email/computer access... it means so for much for me to be able to share with

everyone. There is a lot happening, VERY quickly. Thank you kindly.

 

The Canvas: A visit from Chrism?

 

I'm uncertain of the time, as I writing this by starlight. The North Star is

like a mesmerizing mobile dangling above the crescent cradle moon. I think it

2:30am. I just awoke from a dream which is the primary reason for my journaling.

 

I have been learning how to build a teepee (tipi)-actually, I've been learning

about center, myself, the people and land. I have been learning about the circle

of life and the medicine wheel. This is unbelievably meaningful to me. I find

it fascinating that the conversations I had with families while in Ireland were

about their homes. One evening, I sat around the dinner table with a young

artist and his family, his artwork dancing upon the walls, his guitar nestled in

the corner, as we discussed the foundation and design of his home.

 

I had mentioned that my home is " cookie cutter " . I can easily walk into my

neighbor's house, thinking it is mine, which indeed I have done on a few

occasions. I find it interesting that so many of the homes in my area are

thrown together, seemingly intended to disintegrate, to crack and crumble in a

short time…built without the heart and soul.

 

Having control flaps like the teepee was not even an option as an upgrade!! It

is the crack in the foundation of my home which became evident when I was laying

new floors a few years ago. This is what literally and symbolically sparked this

journey for me. This crack was the fissure that permitted my truth to begin its

emergence. Without writing for hours to explain, this is what leads me to the

dream from which I just awoke.

 

There was a large canvas on the floor, it was splashed with colours of the

rainbow-chackra colours-colours of the directions. There on his hands and knees

was a man looking very much like Chrism. He was dressed in a modest tan

pillowcase smock. He was looking over the painting, like a master artist making

the final inspection. He nodded his head and I turned to the woman to his right

and said, please get the phone and place the call.

 

The woman, who is a heyoka artist friend to my

teacher/ballast/guide/mentor/friend during this entire awakening process of

mine, picked up a large sponge, soaked it in a pail of water and rang it out

over my hands. I raised my cupped hands, now pooled with water, to my head and

poured it down the back of my neck and to my teacher/ballast,etc and said, " Hi,

I love you and thank you. I think he's impressed with your work-your investment,

your intent and the place from which it was created. Your heart, spirit and

center-is clearly evident. "

 

When I woke up, I was filled with such a warm fuzzy, butterfly racing heart

type of feeling which continues to more-so be a burning sensation now. It took

me a moment and then I thought…Chrism was that you and am I the canvas?

 

 

 

Love,

 

Danielle