Cloister of the Heart : Monday mornings with Mary

Monday, August 12, 2013

Monday mornings with Mary - Reflection

When the world reflects Love at us

it is easier and natural for us to know ourselves as love

and as being loving hearts

but mostly we have to remind ourselves and others

that

Love

verb;

an act of revealing the self and the most intimate heart

Thank you to you for reminding me that our hearts are capable of infinite love.

A love-ly Monday with Mary to you

(pictures taken in my studio)

You can link up with Rebecca at http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2013/08/mornings-with-mary-loving-lupita.html

for more sharings from the heart every Monday

blessings

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Queenie BelieveAugust 12, 2013 at 5:14 PM
A beautiful reminder.
Have a great day.
Always, Queenie
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Priti LisaAugust 12, 2013 at 5:14 PM
Oh Hettienne, my Marian-sister,
thankyou for sharing a glimpse of your studio...those bottles are gorgeous! And the decoupaged drawers! Such a serene place to create in. ♥♥
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rebeccaAugust 12, 2013 at 6:38 PM
dear hettienne,
you have swept me away in an abundance of mary love! how did you so perfectly adhere mary to those charming bottles? thank you too for filling my heart with your reassuring words.
i will visit this post again and again for it fills me so!
xo
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Maggie GraceAugust 12, 2013 at 7:47 PM
Gosh, the roses at the base of the bottled images...so very beautiful. Takes my breath away.
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J CAugust 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM
I always leave here in awe of the amazing pictures, creations, and words you share. Every time!
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Dawn ElliottAugust 12, 2013 at 10:12 PM
You have some of the most beautiful black and white images of Mary that I've ever seen!
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NonnieAugust 12, 2013 at 11:48 PM
so lovely and calming... striking images of Mary and breathtaking beautiful roses!
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GlorV1August 13, 2013 at 12:12 AM
Hettienne, hello. These bottled images sweet Mary are breathtaking. Love them all and how they look in your creative studio. Awesome.:) thank you.
gloria
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Magical Mystical TeacherAugust 13, 2013 at 3:43 AM
Love = verb. Thanks for the reminder...and for the glimpse of your precious studio!

Blue Lady of the Monsoons
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LAURIE BETH ZUCKERMANAugust 13, 2013 at 4:52 AM
Dear Hettienne, I have been reading bottle spirits. Is this what you have created here? What do you do with them? Are they finished? So intriguing. I just returned from buying silk roses for my latest altar. Are you putting the roses in the bottles, perhaps? Thank you for sharing your studio today.
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AnonymousAugust 13, 2013 at 5:37 AM
Such a beautiful glimpse into your studio and into your Mary life. I am anxious for you to reply to Laurie's questions because I'd like to know about that, too. We had our monthly SoulCollage group today and I made a few new Marys myself. You'll see them over time. Thanks so much--and please answer Laurie's questions.
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Hettienne GroblerAugust 13, 2013 at 6:57 AM
Laurie, you have now set me off as well - what are bottle spirits? Sounds like a genie in a bottle. And putting the roses into the bottles sound like a fascinating idea. You have now given me many ideas. These are empty water bottles with the image of Mary transferred onto. At the time I did not really pay attention to the fact that they have such narrow tops and have been stuck for what to put inside them - did consider coloured water.
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My life as a Pilgrim to sacred places

Pilgrimage and sacred ritual is my foremost spiritual practise. Raised Dutch Reformed Protestant, the rich lustre of sacred and holy places offered a well of inspiration for my parched soul. My travels have taken me to many different religions, cultures and traditions. You will see on the internet that I have written on many aspects of the spiritual journey. Until I came into contact with the mystical side of Christianity. My first ritual I attended was the festival of Archangel Michael in Mont Sant'Angelo in Italy, then visiting Padre Pio. Then followed walking the pilgrimage of Bridgid, the sacred well and labyrinth in Kildare, Ireland. And that is when my art appeared in the form of paintings. Ritual grounded in the knowing of the unconscious, awakens us from the dream of habitual seeing and thinking. The conscious mind lacks the ability or maybe the neural pathway to communicate the new-found wisdom intellectually, and thus the expression through art steps in. Well, that is only my experience and understanding, of course. But I had not been an artist till I participated in sacred ritual.

My stay at Lourdes and participating in the rituals daily, turned me into a full time artist.

When one participates in a ritual (probably any ritual, but when you regard it as sacred, you add a certain 'light' to it) you are transported into a different time and space : colors are different; the light is different; everything has meaning and the ordinary become extra-ordinary. My art novena for Lourdes in particular, highlights my statement that our lives are the altar to the Divine and I strive to capture that numinosity of the sacred ritual in my photographs and altars. I only started creating sacred altars on my return from Lourdes. These small shadowboxes are vignettes, a moment in time in the life of ordinary human beings, lifted out of the mundane into the numinous, merely by seeing life as sacred.

Wisdom of Oscar Wilde

“It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of beauty crosses our lives. If these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthralls us.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

"In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories." ~Meinrad Craighead

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. ~Rumi

I am the mother of fair love and of respect and of knowledge and of holy hope. In me is all grace of the way and of the truth; in me is all hope of life and of virtue - Ecclesiasticus 24:24.

OPEN FLOWER

Near your breastbone there is an
Open Flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells!
Sound of bells!
Kabir says: Friend, listen this is what I have to say:
The guest I love is inside me!
~Kabir

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