Bliss Blossoms


Bliss Blossom by Lidia Kenig-Scher
Bliss Blossoms by Lidia Kenig-Scher

A state of happiness when we experience great joy; a sense of profound love:

B.l i.s.s.

Very busy with painting commissions, teaching and interior design work, I had been unable to set aside sustained time in my studio to just connect with Spirit and paint together.

On an unusually warm winter’s day I not only began a new painting but followed it with a lot of cleaning and organizing until quite late in the evening.   I should have suspected that something was afoot when I awoke at 3:30 AM but did not fret or tossed and turned. I accepted the perfection of the moment and immediately felt light, loved and loving. A sense of happiness enveloped me and in time, I felt asleep again, naturally waking a bit passed 7:30 AM.

In my journal I recorded how easy it was to enter the studio on such bright morning and start a new work. I left all mental machinations behind and opened to play. What I did not notice until today, was that on the night before I had asked for a way to understand Bliss, and that just before I fell asleep, I found a poem by Rumi…

Lose your head!

Not a single thread that has a head

can go through the eye of the needle.

I also did not know that on that night, the moon was on its first quarter phase, when its brightness was at 50% visibility from earth, marking exactly seven days before the full eclipse of a Super Red Wolf Moon!

But what I saw the next morning upon glancing at the unfinished painting left me speechless. Depicted was something akin to an Aurora. This is the natural electrical phenomenon characterized by the appearance of streamers of reddish or greenish lights in the sky, seen near dawn during the winter months on the southern and northern poles of the earth. Aurora Borealis are the northern lights and Aurora Australis are best observed by the South Pole. What was most unusual in the art were the countless blooming flowers; an unlikely find on the Arctic dawn.

The unfinished canvas sat in my bedroom for another week before I was ready to complete it, but memories of an all-around fulfilling and productive day, completing long overdue projects with ease and a sense of joy lingered and helped me turn in every night of that week feeling profound love.

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I treasure my painting sessions for in creating I practice surrender and listen to the guidance of my heart.  I easily allow for surprises and the entire process brings me to a place of unabashed contentment.

I completed the painting on the morning of the eclipse, and then again cleaned my house, prepared for a special meditation of release and at night, from my bedroom window, I followed the path of the silvery moon until it was above the roof of my house, casting a ring of light around it captured by pristine snow on the ground.

Given the very cold night, I did not go outdoors when the earth’s shadow began to block the sun’s light, which otherwise reflects off the moon. Instead I watched the bright light dim until near total darkness diffused the landscape. I didn’t see the sun flecks that made the moon appear red. I instead visualized and internalized the process until I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I realized that I had lost all hearing from my left ear!

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It was hard to miss the connection between the painting and its process, the intention I stated beforehand, the eclipse, an unusual cosmic occurrence and the sudden hearing loss. And it was to this connection that I relied upon as I navigated what I knew was a temporary physical event.

I contemplated the art to learn what was teaching me about experiencing bliss and consulted traditional medical resources and so-called alternative pathways to regain my hearing. It all pointed to an existential crossroads.

What did I need to shift and release to dwell in Bliss?

Answers came as I was ready to face and integrate them. Karmic events reflected in family issues appeared but to be seen in a different light. One morning I focused on the little blooms atop wiry stems quivering high in the sky within the painting, and realized that they depicted old fears surfacing. As soon as they were exposed for the stories they really were, they transformed into unexpected gifts: magnificent winter blossoms able to withstand the harshest of conditions.

Another day I looked intently at the sky I painted and learned more about what causes an Aurora event to happen and why it occurs mostly near the earth’s magnetic poles.  Essentially, powerful solar winds stemming from the sun’s own magnetic field push on the earth’s magnetic field, changing shape and thus squeezing and compressing said earth’s field. At the same time, the sun’s coronal mass ejects high voltage charged particles that can more easily penetrate the earth’s atmosphere at its poles. These speeding electrons collide and explode with the mixture of gas atoms that comprise the air we breathe, fueling the gases and causing them to release both light and more electrons.

An Aurora, a dawn spectacle is a magnificent and colorful array of movement best seen in the wee hours that triumphantly heralds a new day, a new beginning and maybe a new way to see life.  If we understand that “when a blade of grass is cut, the whole universe quivers”, then you can begin to see how I was guided to paint the picture I call Bliss Blossoms.

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By the end of last week I was besieged by a powerful flu virus and was forced to completely surrender to my physical needs yet, I recovered most of my hearing ability!  

While I could hear better, I now could not speak racked by a sore throat and could only focus on containing my body’s coronal mass ejections. I continued to meditate and contemplate the painting to learn all that it was teaching me.

I now see that what I am experiencing is serving and mirrors the travails of all my fellow humans. I felt the eclipse’s vibration, one of introspection, reflection and release at my core, next I experienced diminished ability to hear, speak and even breathe well-a sinus infection and the probable physical cause of my deafness.

The illness provided me with time and a safe cover to shift to the consciousness of bliss.

Humanity is in deep need of introspection, reflection and release of old ego-based stories and attachments that divide us, diminish our capacity to experience lasting happiness and find us searching for love mostly in eventually unfulfilling circumstances. A shift will only happen through experiencing a powerful personal eclipse; a meaningful change in the way we perceive ourselves and our role in this lifetime, in how we perceive each other and the world we cohabitate.

My personal eclipse led me to dwell in bliss but before I understood it, I had to “lose my head”

As I journeyed through the situations that life provided me these past few weeks, I realized that the shutdown afforded me the opportunity to awake to a dawn unlike even the most amazing ones I see out of my bedroom window, thus I gave in.

 I surrendered impatience for what I didn’t yet have and allowed for the natural unfoldment of my desires into form. I placed trust in the perfection of each moment. I did not judge myself; I did not worry about my extensive to-do list, I slept when I felt the urge and I spent time in stillness, sometimes just following my breath; my wind, and at other times, I contemplated my unusual depiction of an Aurora.

Feeling open, curious and present, my quiet mind could more easily discern what I had magnetized, and I turned my focus on how I could manifest more of my goodness, my inner light in the world.  It became clear to me that the answer was in the act of creating.

If I experience bliss every time I paint, I can also live each life situation as it if were a fresh canvas!

As a result, I experienced a rather swift physical recovery, my to-do list was breezily managed, and it included releasing outgrown expectations of myself and others; noticing if my time commitments elicit a sense of well-being and joy, and looking at how these commitments connect to my path of service.

Personal creative time moved up to the top of my daily routine, for like meditation, it is my practice for living a wholesome life and fulfilling my path of service.

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Out of my bedroom window the sight of a wondrous Aurora greeted me today. It is exactly a month since it all began, and it coincides with a complete moon cycle. My state is one of happiness; I am experiencing great joy. I turned my gaze to the painting and smiled at the icy field of violet flowers in vibrant bloom at the height of winter.

A sense of profound love erupted from deep within my core. I now knew bliss and recognized the flowers as Bliss Blossoms!

 Purchase Bliss Blossoms and install it in a room where you can lose your head and enter a state of happiness when you experience great joy; a sense of profound love. It is also a good idea to let others to see it too!

Do You Deserve Gifts? Thank You for the Flowers!


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Seating On Buddha’s Heart By Lidia Kenig Scher

Do you secretly fear opening presents or look forward to unwrapping a surprise?

At a time when we celebrate the birth of Christianity; the power of faith, and the strength of the light of God as in Chanukkah, and the joy of abundance and family bonds of Kwanzaa, we can easily observe much sadness, anger, and pain all wrapped in shiny “holiday cheer”.

Amidst the myriad of lights and the shopping for gifts, conflicting feelings arise. While we frantically buy, we also create hierarchies of giving and wonder what others will gift us. These all get craftily blended in a cup of dread.

Behind the wondering is a statement about our self-worth. Many of us would rather give, and we may even do so lavishly, including incurring into debt, because we are not able to receive.

You could immediately see my mother’s disappointment upon opening a gift. It took me a long time to realize that it had nothing to do with how much it showed my love, nor what I had spent on a precious bauble. Deep inside she felt undeserving and angry.

Because she thought she couldn’t afford to give substantial presents, she felt angry and blamed others for her situation.

She drank the dark roast of dread: she felt poor.

Such was the theme of this painting I created a few years back, when I decided to plunge into paper and, using various media, sought to transform my own feelings of stress during the holiday season.

In reflecting on how often I used my mother’s strategy in receiving a present, I saw that I too lacked awareness. I blamed others for not knowing that I did not need “this” or  for not realizing that I did not need to have to gift in return.

This 8” x 10” mixed media on paper depicts what we look and act like when we believe that we are not “good enough”, are unworthy of success, barred from living a joyful life and unable to notice the abundance that is our birthright.

Stuck in our sad stories, we miss the shooting stars, the rainbows casting myriads of lights, the season’s changes and the earth, along with the animals and vegetation and simply allow and embrace the spectacle.

The art asks that we focus first on our essence: our loving heart beating in unison with the Universe’s heart. Then we will begin to notice, as in the painting, our focal point.

A loving heart surrounds the main grouping appearing as the place from where Spirit’s presence emanates. It is embracing and supporting. It shows how we too are in this circle of love and light, but we hesitate.

We are still unconscious prisoners of our stories seeking proof that we are unfit to be in this place.

If we can start tuning into our hearts and begin to notice its rhythms, we would see that it does that all by itself. If we focus on our breathing and realize that we don’t have to do anything to breathe, we become aware that breathing and living are our birthrights.

If we can then start to contemplate the abundance available to us in nature, in people, in the seasons, and in all that is not ephemeral; we can notice simple things that we most often take for granted and are also our birthrights.

If we could just open to love by seeing our own loving traits, Spirit unconditionally pours more love and holds space for us to accept amazing untapped resources we could turn into empowering tools for healing ourselves and our milieu.

If we are willing to accept worth as our birthright, love from others becomes visible. This is a non-ephemeral gift requiring that we take the first steps!

When we take responsibility for our stories, we can partake in the season’s cheer and focus on the meaning of the holiday by giving and receiving lasting and rewarding presents.

Such shifting can make celebrating a source of bliss powered by faith, love, light, abundance and gratefulness, no matter our present circumstances.

Today’s life situation is the result of the stories we told ourselves…in the past.

By looking within we summon the amazing source of power to tell a story that speaks of joy instead of sadness, love instead of anger, and wellness instead of pain, all wrapped in resplendent “holiday cheer”.

Steven Pressfield writes in The Art of War, that when we don’t accept our gifts, our worth, and fail to notice the abundance we are surrounded by, we hurt not only ourselves, our children, the planets, but also “hurt and shame the angels who watch over us”.

In this season of Joy, notice the angels that watch over you and look forward to unwrapping a surprise. Embracing Bliss, be the Light unto the path of those who need it; fuel your Light with a Grateful Heart…for All You Have and,

Buy Seating on Buddha’s Heart now to remind you to Celebrate and create Heaven on Earth…You deserve it!

As I completed this post, an angel left a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers, a card and yummy Parisian croissants in my foyer table. It was addressed “to my best teacher”. I am so grateful!

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