In birth nothing is added. In death, nothing is lost. The only thing that has changed is form, which is in constant state of becoming.
I see and hear comments about the coming armageddon and that Planet X/ Niburu is about to collide with our earth and that doomsday is upon us. All around doomsayers are saving food, stockpiling ammunition and awaiting the day when they will have to defend their way of life. Others believe that the ending of the Mayan calendar means nothing more than a shift in conscienceousness and that we will become more spiritual. According to Mayan prophesies December
21, 2012 marks the completion of the Great Mayan Cycle, and the
beginning of a New World Age.
With this cyclone of information about the end of the world as we know it, I paint. I get up each morning, meditate and then go to my studio to paint. I breath in, I breath out. I remain in a constant state of becoming. I have no interest in spending my time worried about the future or dwelling on the past. I pay attention of course. I pay attention to each moment. I try to live each moment without judgement, without anticipation of the next.
Today, I feel great sadness when I learn of a major earthquake putting the lives of many in danger. I feel great sadness when I learn of the murder of a friend. I feel great joy when I see the spiritual growth in the people around me. I feel great joy when I see so many becoming eco-friendly. I see the birthing of a new world; I see a world in a state of 'becoming'. So you see, in that transition, there is joy, there is sadness. Is that good? Is that bad? Maybe. Or maybe it just IS.