The Great Release

The Great Release by Lidia Kenig

I often liken painting with being immersed in God, because when I am in the studio, it appears that the Universe orchestrates a joyful dance with the materials and processes so that the right procedure, the perfect color delivered in the perfect way, lands on a canvas without my physical involvement.

It may sound otherworldly, but I often feel like a puppet on a string, except that the strings are made up of pure light, and as painting progresses, light pours out in all directions, but I become the one generating it.  If I were to describe the overall emotion, I would call it love.

The studio is my happy place where I love openly and where I feel unconditionally loved. It is where, with unabashed trust I allow colors, textures and images to appear on the canvas. It is where I practice trusting life.

Thus, I was not surprised at the images in the completed canvas when I began the post painting meditation. I saw a bright sunrise above a fiery earth, facing a deep blue ocean below. Perhaps there are buildings in the distance, but there are no people about in this slice of Summertime.

My slice of summer was bittersweet. Long held traditions ended and relationships shifted or expired, yet I had many rewarding experiences reconnecting with old clients, successfully designing residential spaces, serendipitously finding places to exhibit artworks, attracting painting commissions and receiving heartfelt testimonials about my art and my designed interiors.  Like when I create, I was deeply present to what landed on my life canvas and in meditation, I reflected on the emotions that emerged and the people and situations that provoked the feelings.

I felt like I was being carried into a new life cycle, and consciously allowed all of it to coexist by trusting in its inherent rightness. As such, on the second meditation, I considered that the “fiery earth” I originally saw in the painting, could also be looked at as the very precious antique cloth that is my life.

I can’t prove that we have had many lives and accumulated what in Buddhism is called karma, which ripens in each lifetime. I noticed that not all the experiences and people that show up in our present life are a product of our thoughts and deeds in this life. Some seem to come from some other place and time. We can see strong patterns operating in people’s lives that can either help them grow in a supportive way or challenges them to become stronger. In all cases, when we become aware of these threads, often through meditation, that seem to run our lives and take inspired action, we gain much wisdom and can lead very fulfilling lives.

In my first meditation with the painting, I saw a starry sky receding to make way for the light of the sun. The land below is still smoldering from ravaging fires above the great ocean. The wind helps the ashes and debris to fly off into the ether. The bits blowing away depict the things, people, relationships, thoughts, emotions and life patterns being released from the mind, which is represented by the landscape. The rising tide washes away the last bits of live fire as a new day begins. The sun shines upon the parched land, spreading bits of light to help the ashes transform eventually into fertile soil.

On another day meditating with the painting, I focused on the textured “land” and began to see it as precious antique tapestry. All my life experiences, my mishaps and my triumphs in this or any other lifetimes have given my soul much material from which to create the rich cloth that is my life now and that could not have existed without such journey. Yet, in time, some threads on the cloth wear out and must be discarded because they no longer provide a viable structure to the tapestry. A good restorer can seamlessly weave new threads, place the worn-out ones into the recycle bin and lovingly return the cloth to its original glory.

I looked at the difficult changes that occurred this summer as worn out threads that needed to leave my life. In emptying the recycle bin I saw an opportunity to release old emotional baggage and lovingly weave new patterns into my life tapestry.  I appreciate what I learned from the outworn threads and admire the beauty and power of the parts that remain. Its overall stability accepts the new strength being provided by new material and trusts that, restored to its brilliance, it will gracefully carry me into a new life cycle!

I recently shared this painting, but not my interpretations with several clients as a meditation. In most cases, the revelations were quite powerful; all had to do with letting go of old patterns of thought!

The Great Release invites you to look within and let go of what no longer makes your life tapestry strong. Isn’t time to weave the shiny new threads to carry you, as if by magic into your best life?

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Finding Oneness

Finding Oneness by Lidia Kenig-Scher
Finding Oneness By Lidia Kenig-Scher

After I finished this painting, I could not understand what was teaching me. Every morning I would sit with it in meditation, and…nothing.

Placing it next to my computer, hoping for the writing to flow and a title, I could see that in fact, flowing may be involved. And the gold background with the silver swirls seemed to imply that there was something rich about it all.

The wordless words made its appearance again, so I knew that the art’s message was important, yet I was not ready to understand it. So I moved on, I painted another picture and wrote about other things.

It all changed months later after a week-long meditation retreat, when Patience rewarded me. The morning after, I felt pulled to the art, sensing that this was the time for me to hear what it had been eager to show me.

The gray tight arc on the bottom of the canvas guided me in and swept me into a dimension of shape, color, texture and line. The “letters” that appear to emanate from the wave, quickly moved me on to a bright angel-like figure in the center.

I kept on being pulled in and out of the canvas as I followed one curve and landed on another, until eventually my eyes and my body moved to the large sinuous forms above, where I instantly felt physically and emotionally cradled.

A breezy lightness caressed me and I began to make mellifluous sounds I had never known.

It was as if I was experiencing the entire universe both within me and outside of me in perfect orchestration. I was sometimes water and then I was earth. I became the wind and then I was light.

I saw the delightful sounds etched in the gold letters flow harmoniously about and I was happy.

Without a doubt I knew I found the state of Oneness.

The art was teaching me how to apply this knowledge in my everyday life. Look at the lines as if they are tree branches cast in the river. They are light, free, unencumbered by the past, not worried about the future.

Could I be a tree branch when I am in the grips of an emotionally charged situation?

The watery shapes mimic the currents of a river. As in life, when a situation or relationship stops us on our tracks and we get blinded by blaming, anger, guilt, and regret; we could instead acknowledge that we are stuck and carefully observe the terrain around us until we can begin to see and appreciate its riches.

Could I just breathe in the moment and see the goodness in the problem?

It may mean changing our vantage point to examine how we perceive what was happening. We could decide to see the other as a catalyst for what we needed to learn in that relationship. We could also look at the other as a mirror for what is lacking in our lives. And we could notice that the firm hand of the Divine was pushing us to learn a very necessary life lesson but we were afraid to look deeply.

Instead of being imprisoned by our emotions, or frozen with fear, we can be patient, remain alert and with gentleness of spirit, we could allow for the next wave-breath to release the grip the particular “rock” had on us.

It may take for us to move in and out of the situation. We may have to be gingerly pulled from rock to cove, until we become aware that we were never powerless, not we were ever alone.

Ahh…the riches!

If we could notice angels around us like in the painting, we will know that Spirit was present all the time, counseling us to float along with the currents as witnesses and reminding us that we are not separate from one another or anything.

Spirit is there even when the wind blows colder, and the waters turn murky and stormy. In embracing what we see as good or judge bad as being perfectly orchestrated for our growth, we find the crystalline clarity known as wisdom. It comes from our heart; it is Oneness and renders us very powerful.

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A Glorious Day on Moshup Beach

A Glorious Day on Moshup Beach
A Glorious Day on Moshup Beach by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)

I have a difficult time painting outdoors and during this mini-vacation on Martha’s Vineyard, an island off the coast of Cape Cod in Massachusetts I gave up on setting a canvas, or drawing on my sketchbook, and simply allowed my eyes to scan the landscape inviting all my senses to converge and merge with whatever scenery came before me. I went to Moshup Beach and it was a glorious day.

Feeling caressed by the velvety smooth white sand and coddled by the gentle breezes off a perfectly blue ultramarine ocean, I strolled along the famous Gay Head Cliffs, using my camera, much as I would have handled my brushes. I intuitively pulled it out as I was moved to do so.

While there are no parts of these amazing formations of mostly white sand, black lignite, iron ore and red and white clay that are not stunning, this view I suddenly stumbled upon, simply took my breath away. The blue of the sky, softened by puffy clouds was the perfect backdrop to the massive colorful cliffs. The three bright beach umbrellas along with its picnic wares provided a mundane sense of whimsy that brought a wide grin to my face. I sat easily on a rock just taking in the entire composition and feeling joy.

I knew that the cliffs also contain a wide range of fossils, from whales, rhinoceroses, mastodons and other animals, so I found it amusing to think of the wholesomeness of it all. I appreciated the seamless interaction of the ancient landscape with the modern day fossils-to-be, including me, so I merged with it. I did it fully, silently, openly and was filled with the grace of a present, yet ever-changing moment when everything was vibrant, alive, and serenely divine. I decided to capture it on my canvas, er…phone camera, for indeed it was a glorious day on Moshup beach!

This week, take time to enjoy a glorious day yourself, wherever you are.


Nothing But a School in Which to Learn

Untitled and Unfinished by Lidia Kenig Scher
Untitled and Unfinished by Lidia Kenig Scher

Creating art always teaches me about patience, presence and trust. Today was no exception.

Rousing from a deep slumber and trying to remember a couple of dreams I know were troublesome, I heard an inner voice asking me to be silent. It urged me to “let go and let God”; for a quiet mind nourishes body, mind and spirit. After about 30 minutes in the cushion, I decided to continue being silent and allowing God to speak in the studio.

I set the canvas on the easel, pulled out some Prussian blue and Zinc white and filled a large bucket with distilled water. I grabbed a 3” flat brush and added plain water to some smaller tubs, to clean the brushes as needed. I picked some interesting papers from the shelf above the easel and placed them on another table, then…I let go.

With total presence and trust I put the blue paint directly on the canvas and played with the color, the water and the brush with total abandon. White acrylic was added and I saw how easily it glided, when the huge watery brush carried it throughout the surface. No fear found its way into the room as I picked up some alcohol and allowed it to alter the blue/white dance. I  grabbed a medium yellow color and allowed it to drip from the top, further exploding the drips by misting fine water through a spray bottle. I heard myself humming and noticed myself smiling. I felt wholly nourished!

Patience said hello when I began to feel the urgency to end the painting today; a sure sign that I became attached to a clearly premature outcome, as I prefer that the paint dry…naturally. I allowed Patience to guide me back to Presence and Trust that Spirit-Within-Me, or how I address God, was gently counseling me to quit. It was time to attend to some mundane tasks. As I turned the canvas upside down and liked it I knew I would use this unfinished symphony of blues, whites and yellows to head this week’s post.

I am not sure where this is all going. The muse and I have another scheduled session later on this week which I will surely share on the next post. What I know for sure, is that when we have a quiet mind, new ideas just pop…naturally. Creativity is at its highest. When we are fully present in whatever we are doing, the heart and mind work in unison and urgency disappears. We know what to do and when to do it. As we allow the heart to take the lead, the mind becomes an effective ally. For the heart Trusts and God’s grace comes through nourishing every moment of our lives.

Osho taught that “life is nothing but a school in which to learn”. I learn through art. How do you practice your lessons? Chime in, I love to read your comments, and please, have a nourishing week!


Just Watching the Snow Fall

Poem & Photograph of a Buddha in the Snow
Just Watching the Snow Fall © by Lidia Kenig Scher, 2014

I hear much complaining about this harsh winter of 2014. Yet Winter is the season of rest, of deep inner work. It is the yin time. Our society is arranged in total conflict with this notion. We are on the go, busy with work, study, commitments, appointments, events. May we need to accept what we cannot change? Does it make us any happier to complain? And if we complain, can we change the weather? What can we change?

Happiness comes from presence. When our minds wander we lose focus and feel unsettled. The mind seeks focus. When we complain, we are expressing an emotion, and the mind does not know what to do with an emotion. May we be able to acknowledge that we are in “complaining mode” and think differently about the cold, the snow, the shoveling, the late appointments, and the school cancellations? In addition to dressing appropriately and leaving earlier on account of the traffic we will surely encounter, can we start by putting a different frame on our picture of the day?

Upon waking I looked out my bedroom window and my eyes focused on the garden Buddha. From above, he looked funny; I tightened my thick terry robe and ran downstairs.  As I waited for the tea water to heat, the view shifted. The sun was shining and I smiled seeing the garden Buddha covered in his snuggly pure white blanket. I enjoyed the visual texture that the wind left on the snow, and the long shadows the sun casted in the wee hours of the morning. I felt so lucky to be able to be present to this view. I deemed myself so fortunate to notice how the Buddha was dressed, just as I was in my snuggly pure white robe. And that is how the poem started, then I snapped the picture and finished my tea. It was a great beginning for this cold winter day and it got better as the day wore on!

Have a great week everyone!

Challenge to All Who Want a Better World: Become the Change You Want to See!

Try this for a week:

In any interaction you are involved with, do not be the first to speak. Be present, fully present with an open heart/mind to welcome the other into your vibrational circle. Be responsive, not reactive. Put all your energy in been fully present to what this other brings. It is even more fun within a group, like in a business meeting. Enjoy the process & with the same presence, decide when to reply & what is good to say—if necessary. Most people need you to hear them. Welcome this opportunity to practice some good Bodhisattva skills. Note a couple of times a day how you are feeling and what you are thinking. Pay attention to our usual “wanting to share my story”.

I know it may feel weird, contrived at first, but you are planting good seeds,crowding the seeds of anger, despair, isolation and sorrow–quite prevalent everywhere we look! You are becoming stronger and I PROMISE…you will feel good as soon as you notice how much love you feel inside, mostly toward yourself. You notice how easy it is to serve by this simple act of giving from the heart.Your vibrational field will positively change. Who knows, you may notice birds and butterflies being attracted to you. Simply reply Thank You!

Let us know how it goes 🙂