Calling down the rain.
When you live in the desert, you learn the various types of rain that befall the land. There are male rains, there are female rains. Cloud invoke a sense of wonder, a knowing of what is to come, a prayer for abundance.
Su:Dagi O’wud Doakog. Water is Life.
I departed California shortly after the wildfires had destroyed neighborhoods in La and once again, I began thinking about the element that provides all life, down the water that holds us inside the womb as babies. Everything on this planet depends on water. Water is cleansing and a simple practice each week can help us to keep our spirits clean. Bathing is not only relaxing but a subtle reminder on how to blend into the element that comprises a large percentage of our bodies. Speaking loving words and praying into water is one of my favorite rituals, one I learned many years ago in the early morning of Tipi. The seasons we are exposed too on this planet remind us that all life comes, goes and exists because of water. Living here in Santa Fe, I eagerly await the monsoon season as it’s presence blooms a dry summer.
I’m always thining about the colors I find peaceful when I am at home in the desert of Arizona. The delicate color of ciolim before it blooms is a gentle sage, I can easily imagine the color in it’s environment as I write. In appreciating the delicate nature of greens, what it represents in my mind, in my heart and for the land, I wanted to create a work that honors the balance of life with water, and, life without it. This piece represents calling down the rains so they will blanket the Earth in new sprouts, seeds will crack open and a verdant reality will return.
