There is another world, and it is this one. Paul Eluard
The noisy song we make all together
this is my idea of prayer~
I can’t get all of WinterWax and the time out of my thoughts-this is not a problem, but a gift.
And that brings me to the post title: Resonance.
It is this that happened at WinterWax, that keeps reverberating through my brain and not letting me go; a gift of remembering.
This is what was felt, perhaps what was created, at WinterWax. It is what is created each year at EncaustiCamp. It is what happens in a space where people find their people and become one unit, if not only for a short time.
We resonate. The air between us resonates. We become resonance. We carry it within, and carry it in-
and take it back out.
It is in this spirit that good things are created, and good things take on life of their own-
This resonance; whether it built as we gathered or waited in the wings already established for us to enter and it to invade, was deep and pervading and real at WinterWax. And it is still in the swoosh of its peaceful departure, resettling into the walls of this house and my mind, that I realize my anxieties.
I want more.
We, I, can not live without this melody that sings when we gather together around like minds, shared ventures, similar hoped-for’s~
So it is to this resonance, realized, still pulsating in the walls of this house and the walls of my mind, that I acknowledge, bow graciously, and let go of anxiety. I have realized from what it manifest, and turned it down to the gift it is meant to be. Spur me on, resonance, to do the more, to ask for the more, and offer it back to those who will come.
Carry what it is you are further, farther, faster, so that not only I, but all those others whomever they be, will hear the melody and come be in the presence as well~
Anything good in your past is a harbinger of what is to come in greater quantities~
This is the necessity the other side of my anxiety~
Now, if I build it, will they come? Will they really, really, really come?