This is a snapshot of my soul right now. Some call this a vision board. I put it together intuitively, thumbing through magazines and clipping pictures and phrases that grabbed me, things I felt where I feel rightness, right around the solar plexus. The gut brain.
I am happy with it. Looking at it makes me happy. I learned things I didn’t know before I did this, like how strong my desire is to go back to Africa, and I relearned things I have known for a long time, like that my soul-medium is water. The sperm-like creatures in the blue picture toward bottom left are swimmers in a triathlon, photographed from a helicopter. My favorite text in the collage is, “You will always find an answer in the sound of water.” It is on the urn fountain at bottom center. Beside it are maple trees hung with buckets. Right now the sap is about to run in the family maple woods 50 miles away. Drip, drip, drip.
In case you are curious about some of the other text too small to read here is some of it:
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
Let’s try something completely nuts
Got my ass back in gear (zebra)
My parents weren’t that encouraging. I don’t know that encouragement is a good thing. (girl in the pencil)
Step 1: know what you want (girl with journal)
In the end the love you take is equal to the love you make (tattooed girl).
Although I wasn’t aware of any intentions or meanings when I made my selections, I could tell you now exactly why I chose each picture and phrase, exactly what each one means to me. This is the kind of work I like to do, bringing subconscious knowledge and desires to consciousness. It is dream work, art, writing. Revelation excites me, even–especially–when it concerns something I have known all along. It is one reason I read so many novels. I want to see what writers know about the human experience that I also know or suspect.
I think this is the way with any learning. We learn what we already almost know. For a long time we know in part and then suddenly we know fully. We see through a glass, darkly, and then face to face. We know pieces of the puzzle and then glimpse the whole.
It’s like my granddaughter, two and a half, who has been learning to count. For months she faltered around 5 or 7 or 8 in both of her languages and began mixing up the order. The other day, her mother reports, as she was riding in the car with Mommie, Baba, and Nai-Nai, she opened her mouth and counted from 1 to 10 perfectly in Mandarin and then in English.
Her sudden mastery may go underground again before it is solid in her consciousness. We forget what we know but it is still there and we relearn it. What fun it is to delve into your own psyche and to bring out the beautiful collection of things you know and love and believe and desire. I highly recommend this exercise.