For my birthday I bought myself a copy of the book “Drawing the Light from Within” by Judith Cornell. I have not had much time for reading, so I’ve not gotten very far into this book, but already I have quotes and doodles drawn in the copious margins (micron pens are great for this, by the way).
The first thing I underlined was in the Preface:
A daily diet of poisonous pictures and negative words impacts negatively on the human psyche, affecting both the physical and chemical structure of the brain and the subtle energy systems of the body-mind.
This was particularly interesting to me because I have been in the process of shifting my social media focus from Facebook to Pinterest, and have likewise experienced a shift in my energy, from a sort of numbness to one of inspiration. I’ve created boards for artists I adore, sacred geometry, and patterns in nature, for instance, and these images have really gotten my creative juices flowing (you should check them out, they are really beautiful!).
And then there’s this gem, in which she describes how Indian Tantra inspired “Drawing the Light from Within”:
Every thought originates in sound, and the sound produces a geometric construct that manifests itself into a form of light. Through this sacred practice, the artist acquires the power to remake the vision of himself or herself and–through art–of the world.
OK. That first sentence kind of blows my mind. So I’ve been playing around with this idea of my thoughts as sounds. They are mostly static, to be honest. But still, with some meditation I can bring my mind in tune–if sporadically–with a higher tone, a musicality of thought, if you will. And then to think of my thoughts congealing around a geometric construct that is a form of light…well, like I said, it blows my mind, but it also is utterly cool to imagine.
Which brings me to my last thought for this morning. A little tone to play with. I am considering the quality of my imagination. It has been stagnant, in some regards. But I feel like its the cornerstone, or maybe the sorcerer’s stone, of a life well-lived, the compass for the only journey that matters. And so, aside from my time on Pinterest, I’ve been going on daily treks into the forest. I’ve been recording my dreams. And I’ve been considering the greater web as a tapestry of sound. My life is but one small thread, but I want it to be a luminous thread, a harmonious thread, a thread of effervescence.