The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
...Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life."
The above poem was read during an Anusara class I attended at Wanderlust last year – a festival of yoga and music in Squaw Valley, California. Perhaps the instructor caught me at a particularly receptive moment following a bazillion hours of yoga rich with back bends and heart openers, but this poem struck me in such an unexpectedly powerful way. During that final, much-appreciated Savasana, I felt something deep inside me crack open – a faint echo of the Sheila from my childhood, a wiry blond prone to spontaneous dance, unbridled joy and total self-acceptance. The thought of “greeting myself with elation” was so profoundly moving to me; I felt endlessly grateful to be at that class, on that day, to hear those exact words.
So much of my work the past year – both personally and artistically - has been this journeying back to self. My need to create is a direct reflection of this yearning. In my paintings I have the opportunity to explore this ever-changing relationship with great curiosity (and a healthy dose of frustration & canvas-cursing from time to time).
Throughout my days, the lines of this beautiful poem echo in my head, reminding me to welcome myself home, over and over again. My wish for everyone is to find ways each day to greet yourself with elation, to feast on your beautiful, wondrous life.