It is indeed strange and a source of wonder how life can often take sudden twists and turns. When I began this particular venture I didn’t realise it would reveal to me the rainbow of Chakra colours in all their magnificence (only the orange being noticeable by its absence!). The full extent of this would only become apparent during the process of writing up this post. Such is the nature of blogging.
It all began when I saw this ‘poster’ on one of my trawls through fb. Now, I am not particularly feeling the need to join a meditation group at the moment but Richard Ballinger’s image just grabbed my attention. I have always thought that James Turrell’s rotunda – open to the sky – would be a unique place to meditate. (Some have even called it a ‘camera obscura’) I was also aware that the ‘still small voice’ within (that I like to think are my collective guardian angels) was urging me to go. I was sufficiently intrigued enough to make a mental note that come Sunday, if it wasn’t raining, I would go along to the Sculpture Garden for a bit of quiet contemplation.
I have meditated on and off all my adult life. I remember when Maharishi Mahesh Yogi first came to the attention of the world back in the 60’s. My real induction began in my early 20’s when my first husband, Graeme, was diagnosed with a virulent form of cancer. This devastating news began a period of deep enquiry for him into the ‘how come’, the ‘why me’ and the struggle to understand the meaning of life / death and his place in the scheme of things. It helped a little but in the end the only real solace for him was listening to classical music, such as this Chopin Nocturne, and the only time I ever saw him at peace with himself throughout this difficult time. Sadly, he lost his fight and died at the age of 24.
The spiritual quest that Graeme had begun lived on in me and over the years I have taken several paths down the esoteric route in my search for the ‘meaning of life’, embracing alternative healing, psychic enquiries, aspects of Eastern Mysticism and philosophies, and dowsing (earth energy lines and sacred sites, see elemental energies). I have come to the conclusion that they all spring from the same source and that dowsing is the key to unlocking the spaces between the material and the spiritual. The space that quantum physics is trying to explain. For me this is the liminal space, the pause just before a new discovery is about to take place, or a ‘sub’-conscious thought hovers before becoming conscious. A place which holds the space of ‘nothingness’ yet possesses the potential for everything. It is also the metaphysical area in which I have chosen to focus on in my creative practice, so relevant to me at the moment.
So Sunday dawned with a limpid sun but no rain. Living just a 5 minute drive from Tremenheere, I was the first to arrive and walked up through the garden to the top, startling a pair of buzzards (although they looked bigger than buzzards?) that flew off into the woods. (The eagle represents wisdom in ancient cultures). The view from the top of the garden takes in the sweep of Mounts Bay with St Michael’s Mount standing sentinel in the sea but which only a couple of days ago, because of some strange optical illusion, had appeared to be hovering in space. I entered the sky scape space and took these photographs.
Soon, the others arrived and Chris Priest guided us through a beautiful ‘mindful’ meditation. At one point, he talked about being in the ‘now’ and ‘the space between’. (I thought that’s a bit of a coincidence as ‘the space between’ is what my research is all about. Perhaps I will have to make this my new title). I am getting vibrant, pulsating circles of colour in my third eye area above the bridge of my nose: indigo and ultramarine blues and vivid magenta tinged with a brilliant pink glow around the edge. And then a sort of vintage yellow – like the tint on Richard’s poster – which brought to mind ‘old’ learning / knowledge, or previous grief now in the past.
This is how Chris described it afterwards in an email. ‘What came to me primarily was this ‘space between’: space between sound, sensation, thought and breath, which was something we touched upon after our sitting practice. It seems that this is almost the only space that gives rise to a pure awareness. I believe when we connect with space we are in fact connecting with the vast and profound emptiness / nothingness that only love can exist within. I believe this ‘space’ is a wordless state of awareness / being.’
Over coffee, cake and chat in the cafe afterwards, it dawns on me that all the participants are artists (let’s face it, who in Cornwall isn’t?) and like-minded people. From that moment, all the unanswered pieces in the puzzle just seemed to tumble into place. Why I had come: the conducive gathering; The Space Between; the Chakra colours; the irises; the reminder to be mindful; the sea, the sky. So many little synchronisaties making me believe they have a meaning beyond a series of mere coincidences.
So you see, this little episode has revealed a host of things that I might have completely overlooked if I had not become ‘mindful’ of everything that was going on. It’s like a game of hide and seek. If you stop your ‘babbling’ thoughts for long enough these things will be revealed to you, because they are meant, especially for you. In true Greek mythological fashion, messages from the Gods. And I give thanks, wholeheartedly, for these simple, brilliant gifts.
The next meeting is planned for 9th June. If anyone is interested in joining the group the contact numbers are on the poster above (enlarge the image).
As a finale to the synchronicity, have a listen to Martin Cook talking about his mindfulness garden at the Chelsea Flower Show on a ‘learn to be silent’ blog post.