Small Rebellious Acts of Creativity (#SRAOC) is a weekly invitation to explore a word, or phrase, through whichever creative avenue, platform or modality the participant wishes. It is intended to be a philosophical or creative catalyst moreso than a straight up writing prompt.
This week’s prompt was: Transcendence
Transcendence can be defined as:
existence or experience beyond the normal or physical level.
For me transcendence has always carried the energy of rising up and more recently of moving beyond. It’s an energy of sacred empowerment and expansion.
I took the first photograph earlier on this week, walking down the hallway and was struck by the mundane kind of sacred energy it had. Doubly so when I took the photo and discovered the way the light arced around the painting. I decided this was my SRAOC this week, if nothing more came to me.
Today I understood the future echo in that photo as my soul-body-temple and home-as-temple became aligned by several conscious choices and then a magickal ripple of serendipity. Jacqueline Gates’ Facebook post on enchanted enhancement really speaks to me and to the photo above; to transcend even the most mundane and detested jobs and embrace them as acts of intentional ritual transformation. I now see how housework can be one facet of the transmutation of the deadness which has been gathering the last few months despite my best interests to keep moving, to keep rising up. The internal and the external are mirroring each other in the most incredible ways with my deep soul work grounding down in my body and expanding out into my home.
And then to finish off the moments of serendipity, my phone opened to photos from several years ago, to this one, the only church in Brisbane I have any connection to, sent to me by a friend on a full moon. Perhaps it is only me seeing the symmetry on the full moon weekend.
A quick note from Japan.
I am on a cultural tour of Japan with my school and one afternoon this week we had a calligraphy lesson. We chose a word from the board and practiced it until we felt comfortable enough to write it on a fan.
I chose ‘moon’.
This is not my writing but the writing of a master. Someone who has practiced. Someone with an understanding of how to write it, and how to modify the original script.
This is my attempt.
It’s not perfect but that’s not the point. I chose the moon because I felt it connected with where I am at mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
To me the moon is a symbol of cycles: of waxing and waning, of birth, life and death, a measure of the tides and seasons, the months and years, growth and regeneration, light and dark.
I connected to it later during an afternoon where our students were able to experience a Japanese tea ceremony. It was during this time that I felt still, quiet, at peace, seeing the connections in ritual and practice during the tea ceremony that have parallels in my own faith experiences – that ritual of connection and adoration, veneration and worship, communion and supplication. As it is Easter, the holy focus of Christianity in the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus, the rituals of Communion (or the Eucharist depending on your denomination) came into sharp focus. It is also the full moon of the Jewish Passover. Ritual and symbolism abound in shared bread, a cup of wine given to drink.
This for me is transcendence.
P.S. Come to Japan in April for the cherry blossoms. You will not be disappointed.
In this most holy week for Christians, I am surrounded by the symbols of my faith in nature. I have always taken to the woods to transcend, long before I read The Bible, Thoreau’s Walden or the Tao Te Ching. My childhood weekends were spent in campgrounds, fishing in natural ponds, and walking old Native American trails throughout the Mid-Atlantic region.
This concept of transcendence, or Samadhi, of being raised to a higher ground, to connecting with a higher spirit, has never alluded me. My heart has been, is, and always will be open to receive the glory of God through the beauty of nature and the energy of the Universe.
I have turned to photography since I was 19 to capture the glory of nature. These first two photos were snapped on two different hiking excursions; the third is a picture my daughter snapped of me, along the Appalachian Trail, in 2015.