The myriad of colored pencils fill the basket so much that the lid sits ajar. The bursting hues come in all sizes, tones and brands. One by one I begin inserting them into the electric sharpener, each one being sucked into the vortex and returning ready for action. I am then hold several dozen finely pointed artistic wands, each utilizing patient, intricate movements inside the lines of the printed mandala imaged coloring books..
The beauty of the chromatic creation and the surrounding aura of quiet solitude infuse my being as I carefully choose the color to fill in the area inside the printed image,. Each choice of prismatic sensation is part of creating a moving meditation with my right hand. The effect of the movement brings me more and more to becoming centered, calm, and serene. There is a disconnection from the complexities of my life, while becoming whole and one with the image.
Each color I choose is significant, as it represents a whirling vibrancy attuned to my mystical creative process. There is a sense of encapsulating deeper meaning in my every representative choice. Red: the base, Orange: the sensual, Yellow: the solar plexus, Green: the heart, Blue: the voice, Indigo: the intuitive third eye, and Purple: the spiritual. Colors pirouette through the circle, an endless circle that connects my head to the heart and the microcosm to the macrocosm.
Lost in the completion of the circle, the meditative journey completes itself, thus once again returning to the source. The mandala my unconscious self, connecting to the conscious circle of life. Round and round it goes, returning and balancing the outer and inner to wholeness and completion. The circle of life finds its way home in a childhood task, and the inward spiritual journey returns the soul to its outer present moment.