Epiphany Season re-blog: ‘Here’s One I made Earlier’

 A Happy New Year to you. Is your Christmas tree safely packed away in the loft? Should you be more ecologically conscious, maybe it’s planted out in the garden or mulched down? Are the  decorations neatly stowed away, those last crumbs of Christmas cake eaten (and new diet begun)? We always have a rogue decoration that escapes the grand cleanup,  of course, only for it  to surface later as we scan the landscape as if we’re playing  some alternative  version of ‘Where’s Wally?’

Though if your church tradition  follows a liturgical cycle, you might still have your nativity scene on display. In our house, it stays out until Candlemas; Presentation of Christ in the Temple, and the end of the Epiphany Season. The Shepherds  hurry  back to their flocks and the Magi have arrived. ‘

‘Epiphany Dance’ said Google in their suggestions menu when I looked up the festival just now. I love that image : a kaleidoscope of light and jewel-like colours lightening the darkness of what can be – for all kinds of reasons, a bleak  time of year.

Lightening, yet intermingling with the darkness; for  Herod is closing in. The  conclusion of the visit shows the Holy Family fleeing for their lives as the curtain lifts on the next scene of the liturgical drama: The Massacre of the Holy Innocents.  The scene is set. On whatever level you choose to understand this account, it’s not difficult to draw parallels with our world now. You only have to watch the  News to know that darkness is ever- present.

I worked on the above  picture during  the holiday season; partly as a celebration, yet also as a means of sitting with those raw emotions and cycles of ups and downs that inevitably arise for me on such  occasions. Just the simple act of doing something with my hands helps me quieten the monkey mind, (provided I  dwell on the process and quit worrying about my lack of ability and  the ‘need’ to ‘produce!) Quietening helps me focus on the moment, to stay  with whatever arises for me without being pulled away into those spirals of negativity.  The act of creation  creates a holding space: a space where I can safely  acknowledge, yet not suppress my feelings.

Oh, and to be more succinct – it can be fun!

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