What cannot be said

This post is written in the midst of hard times in my country. Pain, grief, hatred and righteousness are all around.

Feeling powerless, I thought I’d share with you a painting, and its slow process of becoming. This always has a healing power over me. 

What cannot be said will be wept.

Sappho

For the past few years or so I’ve been practicing meditation online with Tara Brach, most times the sessions end with Tara repeating these words: “May all beings be happy and be free… “

For a long time this greeting sounded artificial to my ears, empty ‘woo woo stuff’. However, when signing this short post, this is the only sentence that comes to my mind.
“May you all be happy and be free.”


Post art: sketching flowers, watercolour on paper