The Fire Peacock

The Fire Peacock by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)
The Fire Peacock by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)

The Fire Peacock

Flies to her nest

To hear the sounds

She’ll bring back to Earth

The Sun kisses her tail

And opens the eyes

Reassuring her

Of the strength of her flight

Just below

The water bubbles with laughter

Inviting her to look down

And reflect on her joy

The Fire Peacock is proud

To live her truth

To teach her wisdom

To share her path

When the peacock touches ground

Those standing on foot

Admire her stance

And stare at her beauty

They celebrate her deeds

Covet her wings

Marvel at her tail

And yet do not know

That those are the eyes

That mirror their souls

Be patient she tells

And you will soon see

That your wings will appear

If you nourish your dreams

Follow your truth

And be grateful for all

Be aware she says

Be gentle

Be kind

To all that shows up

Love all that you are

And then you will know

That you can always take off

Touch the ground and fly high

Fan your tail

And be proud

To lean into the wind

And feel the power of Grace

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The Journey

The Journey by Lidia Kenig Scher
The Journey by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)

When you approach this small mixed media painting on canvas, you see paper cut-outs mimicking a music sheet on a puffy red and pink background framed by dark gray-black splotches. You could imagine it as a poster for some musical and you could be right. The glittery “notes” form sinuous waves that every so often break into spirals with a red circle at their centers. Some circles appear to move toward others, creating their own rhythm. Sometimes they connect with other spirals and at other times they float about directionless. When you read the title-The Journey, you may anticipate a fun play about travels to an exciting destination and, you may be right. Under careful scrutiny, you may even be very familiar with this journey!

I recognized the theme as I carefully cut each glittery set of lines and patiently waited for the glue to set. Each row became distinct, but the movements shared a similarity broken, every so often by a new shape that appeared and wrapped around the old one, creating new rhythms. I began to see the painting as a metaphor for my life journey.

When I embrace the beauty and the perfection of its unfolding, my life appears as an amazingly orchestrated score. As the red circles got painted on, I noticed that they sport their own personality and seem to come from nowhere, create a new stanza and eventually become integrated, as if this was always part of the score. So it is with life situations we encounter that also seem to come from nowhere and we need time for these events to set, or be integrated into the rhythms of whatever is occurring in our particular present, along with our commitments, our intentions and our desires.

As I was working, or I can say living my life?, I recognized different patterns but I did not see that they were actually harmonious. Just as in my life story, I diligently worked at cutting and glueing one piece at a time, and always looking to how each would affect the whole, yet by the time the paper strips were placed some landed in a slightly different place, spawning new patterns. I saw that the patterns created a very meaningful chorus.

At times the new ideas got me excited and at other times emotions got involved and created conflict, Eventually it all made sense and I moved into another life cycle. i never considered how my intentions played a part in the score that I created. The red circles showed me how what I say I want and the concepts and stories that keep playing in the background make all the difference in the quality of the play.

Instinctively I knew where I was headed. I wanted the red dots to interact both with the background and with the paper strips. I chose red ink, but the different absorbency of the materials created a control issue. I decided to surround the dots with silver edges and tried enamel inside the circles. The color and texture made the dots look as if they came out of the background. The pattern that emerged was now playing in perfect harmony with the composition.

The enamel needed to set overnight and offered me a perspective I did not have before. My intentions were clear, and the perceived set-backs turned out to be what was needed to manifest my intention to create a painting that reflected how I see The Journey of my life.

I decided to coat the entire piece with a glass-like gel that seals and brightens the colors and textures. I understood the power and beauty of my journey and appreciated the perfection of every incident, event, and people that appeared as if from nowhere, to derail me, frustrate me or delight me. They were and are all instrumental in creating the most amazing score for me to play in.

Won’t you look at your life as the exciting play you orchestrated? The art is available for purchase and ready to help you empower your story with hope and joy after all; you direct the play! Click on The Journey now!

Have a great week, and keep the comments coming!!!

Transformation Can Hurt Your Voice Box

LidiaScherArt I Dedicate Myself To The Path of Enlightenment

Today I am practicing the fine art of seeing myself as truly divine. It is my doctor’s prescription to heal my sore throat, cough and laryngitis I had for the past week. The funny, crackly voice of this “divine me”, was deemed horrible by a dear friend who could not understand me. Can one be divine and horrible?

On the surface, pollen and the attending allergies have weakened my system so I “caught a virus”. My voice box is sick. Speaking has been a laborious activity and even though today I am feeling better, I choose to be even quieter than when it all started. I wanted to open to the learning that this illness is offering. Many of my clients and students heard me say that when it gets physical…we had not paid attention to the spiritual conflicts we were encountering.

In the art and science of Feng Shui, we learn that throat disorders correlate with the Children and Creativity sector of the Bagua. This gua is located on the right side of a home/workspace, from the front door. So, if you divide the space in 9 equal quadrants, this gua is in the middle of the furthest three right quadrants. In the body, it correlates with the throat, mouth, teeth, and the lungs and large intestines. All these energies coalesce in the throat chakra. The throat chakra is the energy center that filters issues of identity. What we create, whether it is birthing children, art, writing, and all that we bring forth, consciously or unconsciously as an expression of who we are, affect this energy center. It follows that our own issues with growing up, our adolescence and our first conscious attempts at asserting our needs and fulfilling our desires are part of the mixture.  Any perceived thwarting of the natural unfolding of our ability to see ourselves as whole, healthy and powerful created a resistance that unchecked, lays buried until we choose to deal with the pain we felt. In other words, when we attempted to express ourselves as we believed it to be authentically, and our parents, family, society and the larger world (movies, TV, advertising, peers) disagreed, or did not approve quietly or overtly; we eventually learned to conform, to blend in (some of us blended in grinding our teeth all the way!). This mirroring of our world as we perceived it became the fabric of what Eckhart Tolle calls, the “pain body”, or the “small child within”. It pops up when we least expect it; when our present “pain” matches the original wound.

As we grow up and our desires become deep yearnings, we question their validity. Are we unduly attached to long gone dreams? Do we deserve to manifest what we yearn? Is it our ego’s urges? Are we talented enough? Why me? I don’t have anything new to contribute? Others are better at it than me…

These are the typical thoughts that surface when we open to manifesting our dreams in regards to a career, a calling or anything to do with expressing what we have been hiding from within our pain body. It is in the discerning of the various messages that created our inner compass and the many roads we traveled to cope with, as Nancy SantoPietro  calls “this false self we created” that growth, transformation and manifestation occur. Because, the farther and farther we move from our truth, which is our divine nature and power, we see the overcoming mechanisms we used to numb the pain. “The messages” are addictions to food, drugs (alcohol is a drug), sex, debt, hoarding, depression, attachments and co-dependency and all manners of self-sabotage and are the results of living the life of our false selves.

Awakening to our innate power to heed our calling and to act on it; to “speak our truth” and acting in spite of fear leads to other developments, and some of those are definitely physical and at times quite debilitating. Because when we disconnect from our truth, we are also disconnected from the wholeness that we are.  In an attempt of our bodies to regain balance, all other systems start to act up, and in some cases fail all together. The physical results are our divine nature’s way to get the healing started. We take care of our physicality, nurture ourselves and in the process, we may see that we attracted this situation to learn how to be our authentic selves and speak with clarity, conviction and compassion about our deepest needs.

Putting in the time to learn may help us avoid bigger illnesses, such as thyroid and all sorts of endocrine imbalances, chronic neck pain, and lots of dental bills payable to our friendly dental office (my best clients :)). Sore throats, coughs and bronchitis do not have to turn into Pneumonia.

And now we come full circle to my “voice issue”. Throughout my life, I experienced many of the imbalances listed in the above paragraph. I also experienced not spending time painting, writing about painting, teaching painting from the deepest recesses of my soul and not painting and more non-painting what I wanted to paint about. I too ended up blending in, doing what I thought was expected of me and yes, I tended to do it grinding my teeth all the way. I became what Julia Cameron calls “a shadow artist”. I created wonderful works of art that enhanced the interiors I created. I designed beautiful interiors that in the words of a dear client “have soul” and yes, I cultivated the love, appreciation, trust and support of a wonderful group of clients for whom I continue to interact and do work for in one way or another for the past 27 years. I even worked as a kitchen designer for a home center and filled my days with beauty, solid works and busyness.  Something was always missing but I filled it with all my wonderful work, my clients, my staff, my children…

Recently I decided to end my home center’s part-time job and fill the time with my “art career”. I didn’t know how I was going to replace the income, but I trusted that my last 27 years as interior designer and spiritual teacher; my creativity, my ingenuity and presence but most of all my focus on attending to my yearnings will cause me to be in a constant state of trust that Spirit is “the wind beneath my wings”. It is. I see the fruits of the trust already. I did not see how the body would react to inviting wholeness and unleashing my authentic self.

Last week I ended my part-time home center’s job. Two hours before the end of my shift, my voice came out hoarse and about an hour before the end, I had no voice. I left without saying a word 🙂

This morning, I had planned to do more “work” in my office, but instead stumbled upon this piece I created four years ago when I started to shift-yes, it takes a long time to transform crusty false selves!  I remember cutting the arch, gluing the metal strips and the mirror in the center. I had been meditating on the road, “the door” to being able to paint, and serve through my artwork, those who could learn from my trials. I had been teaching meditation and spiritual growth for many years. I now wanted to let the art speak to others. At the time, I  had just started to work at the home center.

When I created this piece, I had spent an entire day in silent and solitary meditation. I started by creating the archway out of old-looking paper. I wanted it to look refined and weathered. Ancient hieroglyphs are encased in old gold and browns. I wanted to show my appreciation and reverence, for I love the life I led up to this doorway.  But I didn’t know what would be beyond it. I intended to look to see what was there. I was committed. I called it I Dedicate Myself to the Path of Enlightenment.

Today I see that the little flying trees represent my willingness to change my thinking. The small figurines represent all my little “children within” who may not be so willing to heal and transform. The scattered mustard seed aides with the process of burning old beliefs. I see that I embraced the turbulent waters rising and painted it as merging with the sky. No beginning or end. No bad, no good. The square mirror in the center allowed me to look and see myself as part of it all. I had no boundaries. I had no form. I became Spirit. I AM That, I AM. I affirmed that if I didn’t share my skills and talents, I was not doing Spirit’s work. I went into the vortex and merged. I entered and re-dedicated myself to the path of enlightenment.

Yes, I am willing and able to enter the door to the path of Truth-seeing things as energy. I ended another life cycle. I am both divine and horrible. Yin and Yang…My voice is better, my throat is clean. Another lesson learned 🙂

References: Feng Shui and Health-Nancy SantoPietro-Three Rivers Press, NY 2002

A New Earth-Eckhart-Tolle-Penguin, London 2006

The Artist Way-Julia Cameron-Thatcher/Putnam, NY 2002

If you couldn’t afford an original artwork, would you buy less expensive items with the artwork reproduced on it?

London based PR and marketing consultant Jane Clifford posed that question on one of my Linkedin groups a while back. She asked whether you would buy a mug or a laptop covered with your favorite work displayed on it? Or is it all or nothing for you?

The answers were all over the map. One fellow said ” I would only as a kitschy-jokey thing to do; but then only if a gun was held to my head”. Another said that “Cafepress isn’t ‘fine art’. There were several entries discussing the merits of prints as being lesser. One person said that “I would not buy a less expensive product if I could not afford the original, nor do I buy prints. I prefer original pieces. I can usually find an affordable original from a local artist. I have made monthly payments to buy an original, and have let my clients do the same.” One entry caught my eye. “That would depend on the artwork. Who doesn’t have a poster or fridge magnet of, say, the Mona Lisa? I have fridge magnets of works by Botticelli to works in the Guggenheim collection.” I said to myself, this person got it!

I believe that this is important topic for artists and for “the rest of us”. So I offered my “five cents” which I will now share with you:

1. I don’t believe that what you create is diminished by mass marketing. See Andy Warhol, nee Warhola. He certainly taught us a lesson with his “15 minutes of fame” and sold reproductions galore, albeit supervised by “his studio”. He also made a lot of money.

2. If you think that an image you created is desecrated by being on a mug, then you are not giving yourselves enough credit for the power of your creative output.

3. If you think that the only thing worth owning is an original, then the great masses of people who normally don’t buy art, end up buying the paint-by-numbers crap and it is our fault. It diminishes artists and consumers and continues to label us elitists.

4. The only difference between a print of an original, albeit signed and a mug is the price. Both images are far removed energetically from the artist, unless the artist spends quality time with the print and imbues it with his/her energy. Even then, it would still not be the same as at the time of conception.

5. You are telling me that you don’t buy audio books unless read by the author? And then, oh, my, it is not what was on his computer screen! Should we buy mass printed books that have not been properly blessed by the author? You know, they don’t handwrite books anymore. Do you not see movies that have been adapted to the screen? You should have heard my 13 year old grandson after the last Harry Potter movie: “She missed the most poignant issues, missed the point. Changed the book. I am done with these movies!” (j.k. Rollings was involved in the screen writing). I know…books are not art…they are just copies of the original…