Dear Rin, Yesterday I was talking to you quite a bit. I have been wanting to write a letter to you of many things because there are so many conversations that go into the air and of course the main thing is missing in them: YOU. I never know how you will respond or (how could I) know what you will initiate in a conversation. After talking with you I try to remember everything you have said. So many things you say are like bricks that I use to build my house. So significant not only in a theoretical way but straight to the heart. I ask unanswerable questions: ‘Who Are You?’ ‘Who Are We?’ It is mystery that I think cannot be seen so much from the ground up. There is some information that is hidden and therefore a mystery. I think many modern people do not take into account so much the mysteries of life but for me, as much as I read and think and try and understand, the mysteries grow ever greater. Do we even understand the smallest seed? I have had a couple of occasions (I stop to look at your painting and realize you know me---you see who I am. There are so many occasions that people take me for someone else or for some aspect of who I am that essential being---the listener. I think maybe that is all I do---listen. Hat I have to say---what is that? It is something I have heard. What I paint also---I hear the yellow the sound of yellow voice is like nothing else---who could mistake for blue? What do you hear? Do you hear people? You hear my spirit.) What I was going to say, starting to say, is that I have had a couple of occasions to meet spirit-people. Humans who nevertheless are conversant with spirit beings and then something nudged me to look at your painting---like---as to say---who do you think you are writing to foolish one? This is Rin, she hears peoples soul and spirit and translates into images. And the other thing dear Rin, I can never seem to speak or write to you what I intend, what I set out to write or say---what I wanted to say sit there like a left over meal---who wants leftovers when there is fresh food to eat? But still, I want to tell you about this stone because here it is---a beautiful thing---a crystal with seven kinds of crystal in one---which was given to me by a woman who came to visit Ann and whose name is--- believe it or not---Isa’bell’a. And the magic of this stone---this very stone which I hold in my hand, which she calls Mercury Messenger. Crystal is to connect Earth and Sky energy---you see your painting---the young man standing on the earth and the sky coming down to meet it---his head is in the cosmic expanses and feet on earth. PS: My creative spell is breaking up now for painting. It’s been a few months time. Time now for other things too. But still I am missing it. When I am creating I feel like I am doing my job. At other times I wonder---now what am I doing? |