Solace

This painting started as the storm, a storm that built, then softened over many years until one day it asked for the hillside. And then the hillside ask for the woman. For me, they feel like they’re all made up of the same sacred essence. This is what it feels like from inside the painting :

If skin could whisper with the heart knows, with the bones feel, what the universe is, what she is it might say:

There is no boundary where “I” end and the world begins.
The sun is not outside warming my skin… it is my skin. The sky is alive with her divine fire. Golden heat penetrates through every cell, flooding veins with liquid light, pooling low in my belly like slow, radiant arousal.

My cells, my blood, my belly welcome and receive this light and give back Grace and generosity. It’s here that I know that visceral sensation of solace. Peace so deep it feels like exhilaration. Silence so quiet it moves through the body like thunder. My breasts rise and fall with the same rhythm as the wind moving through the grass… Because there is no difference. Each breath an intimate caress from the sky itself, stroking nipples, throat, the soft curve of my inner thighs. I am being made love to by existence. Existence is Love making as me.

The wind is not separate thing kissing my skin … wind and kisses and moves are me. Air lifts my hair like fingers threading through silk, slides like whispers past my ears and lips gently along the side of my neck, traces the arch of my back, slips between my legs in cool, teasing currents that make my hips shift involuntarily. Every blade of grass waving below is an extension of my own aliveness… my body undulating in slow, sensual waves, rooted deep in earth, reaching wide into sky. I feel myself as the hill, the horizon, the vastness.

Inside my chest, a profound, quiet euphoria, unfolds… In my feet and legs, hands and arms, belly, and loins… full-body, full-being. A warm, expanding pulse that starts in my heart and radiates outward in golden ripples, meeting the sunlight and dissolving into it. Everything is open. Softly. Naturally. Like a flower drinking in the fullness of the day … wet with the same dew that glistens on the grass, throbbing gently with the earth’s heartbeat.

I am desire fulfilled… released from all wanting, but wanted by the universe.
I am the caress and the caressed.
I am the warmth and the warm.
I am the aliveness loving itself.
In this body that is no longer bounded by skin, I rest in eternal, erotic solitude. Ravished by the divine. Overflowing with gratitude. Whole.
This is solace:
Oneness lived. Primal, sensual, sacred, infinite.