I managed to get a little mandala done yesterday, even with election day jitters, as luck would have it, I am a new Grammie and of course, my sweet, innocent new grand-daughter is on my mind.
She arrived last Thursday (November 3, 2016) a perfect tiny human bravely birthed by my son’s fiance, she actually made it look easy!
I have had the privilege of holding her, marveling at her perfection in miniature, and I am sad that my thoughts go to fear. I am already worrying about her and what the future holds. Memories came rushing back of my son, and how I worried about him, the staggering responsibility of his care. I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to her. My heart aches that I cannot protect her, or my son and his family, even though I know that is not up to me.
Mandalas have the power to soothe and heal, at least ME. I started in the center with a big beautiful eye, God/Goddess is watching over us all. The eye is surrounded by little Cs, facing each other as initially the words running through my mind were “I SEE you baby”…
Bubbles rise up in front of angles, there will be both smooth and difficult situations in her life, a good life really cannot be had without some challenges to overcome. The spirals connect the babies, as all life is connected, the continuous flow of generations and time. Then the sweet babies are rendered, pretty in pink with little rosebud mouths. The mandala is bordered with hearts and pink drops, I know there will be lots of love and a few tears.
Waking up today, I find that America has elected a new president, someone with whom I vehemently disagree. For my grand-daughter, my family, myself and my country, I know I must focus on love. “Who Loves You Baby?” Eye do.