Soulfire : Creative Snowballing

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I don’t remember where I first met Christina Deubel – I am fairly certain it was at a Twitter meetup, where I first noticed another tall woman, and only after that realized that she was the artist I’d been admiring the works of online. Even if that wasn’t where it first was, her artwork is consistently amazing to me. She is not only an incredible artist, she is also an incredible person – wonderfully encouraging, supportive, positive, and always happy to lend a hand, be it with a crazy artistic idea or threshing oats on the farm. A few years ago, I had an incredibly fun time photographing her at work.

This morning I noticed a new painting Christina had shared on Instagram and Facebook called “Soul Fire”: Deubel Soul Fire

and it drew me in. Seriously staring-at-it-brain-going-a-thousand-miles-a-minute entranced. And over a coffee break today, I ended up writing a poem inspired by her painting. I’ve been feeling not particularly poetical lately, so it took me by very happy surprise. Moments of “creative snowballing” – to steal a term – are, in my mind, incredible gifts that an artist may never know that they have given another, but are still part of the absolute joy of sharing creativity. Thank you, Christina, for sharing!

Soulfire, The Everything Seed

by Andrea Parrish

Trying to explain
Could perhaps begin

By describing how I may be
The culmination of thousands of days
Millions of cell divisions
And just a few trillion
Thoughts, hopes, and desires

Or how I may be
A surprisingly powerful
Tiny everything seed
Just looking for rich soil
A filtering shaft of golden light
And a rainstorm in which to bloom

Yet no matter how I begin
It feels deeply unfinished
And unsatisfying at the moment

Yet turning around
I see a winding path
Glowing with the energy
I have poured into each moment
Glowing with the passions I have
Discovered and dedicated myself to

Glowing with the passions found
And passions yet to be discovered
Utilizing yet not consuming
Reaching out for the stars

Returning rich and nourishing love
To the soil, creating a friendlier place
For new seeds that may find a home
In the paths around which I have tread

I may be “merely” skin and bones
Yet my soulfire expands far beyond
Those limits of flesh
We each have the opportunity to
Ignite the soil and trees
The skin and bones of the world around us

Rather than trying to explain
Turn around
And look at the winding paths
Already aflame with the energy and passions
Poured into the world,
Nourishing your everything seed

If you happen to be in Spokane, you should check out Christina at one of her many art showings, including tomorrow evening at Auntie’s Books!

Spring Equinox Sunrise

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Spring Equinox

This morning’s sunrise
Kissed as it was with
Cold wind and colder frost
Was also a sunrise
Of warmth and promise

A sunrise to mark the balance
Of the quiet slumber of death
That is beginning to pass
With the ecstatic explosion of life
That is yet to come

A sunrise to mark the transition
Where things are in wonderful
Uncomfortable
And challenging balance

The kind of balance that comes
At the bottom of the exhale
That comes in that moment
After a deep and cleansing sigh
But before the release is felt

These moments of transition
Where things are in balance
And can go either direction
Are powerful for their very
Unsettled and unsettling nature

When the veil is thinnest
And we are all given the chance
To revel in and celebrate
The places we have been
While moving towards the places
That we may wish to be

This morning’s sunrise was not
And shall never be a clear dividing line
But is instead a moment to appreciate
That a dividing line is only
What we make it
And this springtime sunrise
Is a chance to appreciate
The always-moving transitions
That make up the wheel of life

Winter Solstice

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Winter Solstice Sunset
On this, the darkest of nights
Is when the celebration of light
Has the most meaning
For no matter how dark the sunset
This is an ending, beginning
Transition to revel in
And with open arms, celebrate

Celebrate not what we do not have
But revel in the joy
Of what seems so distant
But is yet abundant

On this Solstice night
We recognize the joy
Already in our lives
Welcome the incoming light
And celebrate the abundance
Of ever present light

Loving A Seed

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A puff of dandelion seeds
Should not be loved
For the fact they may
Eventually become yellow flowers

Those air-light and whisper-thin seeds
May or may not
Ever catch hold of the breeze
Fly close or further away
Find a soft bit of dirt to nestle
Grow, develop, and bloom bright
Thanking the sun for its contribution
With yellow shine all its own

Those seeds may find themselves
As representations
Of a person’s hopeful wish
Spoken breathlessly in a moment

The landing place for a tiny
Kiss of crystal-white
Frosted morning fog
The last holdout
Of a recently-forgotten and
Fondly recalled summer joy

The seed may or may not
Find that sometimes-mythical breeze
Or a place to lay down roots
But that does not mean
That the whisper-light
And air-infused seed
It is not beautiful
And worthy of love all its own

Loving a seed for what it may
Possibly, eventually, might become
Is akin to asking that seed
To strive to be
What it may never become
And everything that it is not now

Why not love the seed
Unconditionally for the beauty
That it already holds
Where the potentiality is a part,
But far from the entire whole?