September 22, 2019-
The mandala was prescient.
This is the last day of summer/winter (I reference the juxtaposed seasons, in acknowledging the essential unity of north and south. Both extreme seasons present challenges.) Fall/spring, starting tomorrow, will offer celebrations of fruition or of new beginnings.
I drew a mandala, yesterday, in the course of attending a small peace gathering, in the early evening. Being no great artist, but having a curiosity, I let the Universe guide my thoughts, starting with a bright, fiery orange circle and moving outwards.
Clashing, opposing colours are placed alongside, or in succession to, one another. A green human and animals of colours with which they are not normally associated, occupy the outer layer. That you may not be able to distinguish which is which, is a testimony to my own rudimentary art skills and to the thick, stubby crayons provided. No matter-the message is one of coexisting with differences and among opposites.
That was a key point of the entire day. I spent a good part of Saturday walking a hilly neighbourhood, visiting people ranging from a transplanted Southern man proudly displaying a Confederate flag to a young woman professional and her dogs, all for the sake of verifying that the homes either had working smoke alarms or that my team mate and I installed them, before leaving the area. It was all part of a concerted effort by the Red Cross to keep yet another neighbourhood safe. Most people in the area covered have indeed tended to their own safety. Heightened awareness, and insurance company diligence, have greatly lessened our workload.
After resting a bit, the evening Peace events beckoned. I walked a labyrinth, at a church up the street, savouring the serenity that such calm attention to detail brings. Then came mandala activity, followed by three of us Baha’is saying prayers, in front of a very small audience-quality not quantity! Before we prayed, a very nice lady, who had practiced three songs of peace, but had not had an audience for her scheduled performance, was invited to offer the songs. Delivered a capella, these original songs, in a soft jazz lilt, created a lingering air of power and strength.
The evening brought another activity- Dances of World Peace, which I learned is an ongoing monthly activity of the Prescott Sufi Community. Building peace between individuals, these dances involve following a few fairly simple moves, and rotating among partners-without regard to gender or age. The point is acknowledging each person’s presence and spirituality. That draws people out of pre-conceived notions and out of their comfort zones. Yet, as I think of it, that which takes me out of my own comfort zone, has the effect of expanding that zone.
The mandala was prescient. It had me draw opposites together, which is really the point of world unity. The past several days, most recently this morning, I have been contacted by social media friends from countries I’ve never visited, and which have not been on my immediate radar. The Universe is telling me, a few years in advance, to get ready to expand my world, and comfort zone, even further.
The words that came to me, to write on the mandala: “Night is the frontier we cross. Daylight waits beyond the gate of trial.”