Divine Nurture


Divine Nurture by Lidia Kenig-Scher

I felt quite content when I started this painting. It was the day before my birthday. The yellow gold strokes easily flowed onto the white canvas and later, reds blended into yellow to create orange. A wide brush laden with teal blue brought the undulating shapes we now see on the bottom. I don’t remember if at day’s end I had scumbled magenta on the upper right.

The following day turned out to be quite difficult, yet soon yielded a marvelous gift.

You see, sometimes our inner guidance leads us into darkness. Our consciousness constantly mapping our path, sets the stage so that we can learn something valuable. Perhaps we are stuck and unaware that we are no longer moving in alignment with our purpose. Or maybe out of pure unconsciousness, we either cause harm, or we receive it. Perhaps we face a traumatic situation and realize that we had been there before and felt as powerless.

In a sudden flash of insight, we could begin to see these conundrums as a way to heal old pain and past karma.  We could decide to mentally step away and hear our high heart, our connection to Spirit, asking us to integrate the lessons. We may be guided to heal ourselves by using the reappeared trauma as the fertilizer to enrich the soil where new seeds of love and light can sprout.

Finding myself at the receiving end of volatile anger, my instinctive reaction was to fight or fly. But something amazing occurred to me on that day amidst loud verbal attacks; I clearly saw the raw pain in the one hurting me and my heart opened up.

I became very quiet and tapped into the vastness, the place of potential, divinity’s abode and the realm of supreme wisdom. In the surreal inner silence, I prayed for guidance and expressed regret and bewilderment, as I can’t say that I understood then my role in the conflict.

What I knew for sure is that I did not want to manipulate or be manipulated. While I did not identify a perpetrator or a victim, I knew that I was no longer available to be unkind or be the recipient of unkindness. At that moment I perceived a bright light emanating from my heart and noticed that the other person had left.

The heart mind had done a great job leading me out of harm, however, over the next few hours, my body experienced what I can safely call “aftershocks”, so I began to practice Tonglen.

The next morning, I went into the studio and continued painting. I refined the shapes in the blue area and added the soft white layer between the yellow and teal colors, thus creating a foreground. The magenta hue in the upper right now became the background, green sticks were painted on the teal surface and, in the process, I felt divinely nurtured.

In such state I agreed to meet with the other person and lo and behold, we both came away knowing that the situation provided us both with profound healing. We each had faith in our bond, but saw that in order to move forward, we not only had to be fully present; we had to trust in that bond as we are now. We had to let go of thoughts and emotions based on the past, on fear, guilt and shame and we had to forgive ourselves and each other for past unconscious beliefs and behaviors.

In the end we both realized that the past is now the compost that will help us build a more wholesome relationship. We had grown from the harrowing experience and released the accumulated toxicity by surrounding it with pure love and utter compassion. We both remarked that this was a marvelous gift!

That afternoon I completed the painting I call it, Divine Nurture.

It is my wish that those who are called to purchase the original or a print for a home or business, allow themselves and all who behold the art, to be divinely nurtured.

Follow this link to purchase Divine Nurture.

Additionally, I will include a copy of Tonglen meditation with the original or prints, and I will be glad to personally instruct the person who purchases the original in the practice of Tonglen.

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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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