SACRED SPACES/SACRED CORNERS

For as long as I can remember I have collected things. There were the usual seashells from Ocean Beach along with polished beach glass and black stones that looked much prettier when they were wet from the ocean water.

As I got a little older I graduated to forest like things; gold and red maple leaves that littered the ground in GG Park, twigs with green moss growing on them, more rocks, feathers and of course flowers.

Still maturing, I started to boldly incorporate small plastic toys, brightly colored anything, broken glass, found objects, junk store finds, and lace that someone else's grandmother made.

For years I did this. Not knowing what compelled me to pick up some shiny object from the street that everyone else easily passed by. Once I found a great treasure; a wooden box and in it a notebook that was half burned. The spiral binding was still intact. It stayed in the corner of my room for a couple of years. Someone else's dreams-memories-confessions half burned away waiting to be either disposed of or made into art. I finally did throw it away and wondered why I had kept it for so long......

Now I collect more than ever; a friends heart shaped doggie treats, a broken skull and cross earring that's been run over several times, bright orange crepe paper that the thanksgiving flowers were wrapped in, old poetry books, magazines....the list is endless. I collect now with a fervor and intention that was lacking earlier. Now everything that I am drawn to has some small spark of meaning, some small intention as it whispers for me to pick it up. Now everything has the possibility of something more than just itself for now it will be mixed, combined and married to some other finds.

This process has me picking up small miracles as I go along in my day. Little tidbits left by the Divine Mother for me to contemplate and play with; little clues to the mystery that is an almost invisible undercurrent that is constantly flowing around us.