In Walking Our Truth We Can Reweave the Tattered Web.

pink moon final.
She brings healing for a new web of truth.

The day Ruth Bader Ginsberg died I painted the new moon for October and the collar of justice she shed that day fell on my painting of the pink new moon 

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 October Pink Moon unfinished.

I painted the names of all the truth seekers I could muster over the next 30 days, but the painting would not be finished.  This morning I woke, and during my morning meditation the image for finishing the pink moon came with urgency.  

Layers of paint and lace laid down with an intentionality of their own.  As I finished the work the realization came: today an unprecedented action in the United States senate tore apart weavings of the Supreme Court.  The energy of the moon painting for Walking Truth tells us that in walking our Truth faithfully we can reweave the web of justice.  We each have our own path of Truth, our own contribution to this weaving.

Walk Truth with Ruth Bader Ginsberg

 

October Moon 1  Acrylic & lace on canvas 24x24  unfinished.

I pour the crimson fluid-acrylic onto my palette. It pools, glossy, atop the lump of white gesso like newly spilt blood before running down in rivulets onto the wet paper beneath. It looks like fresh blood diluted and turning pink as it is washed away. Somehow, this month of the pink moon looks more like washed away blood than the usual joyful cotton candy pink of celebrating the harvest.

Just as I was standing at my easel contemplating how to paint the emerging moon cycle Walk Truth, Ruth Bader Ginsberg shed her justice collar.  It landed on my fresh paint. Hanging there, it changed the trajectory of my inquiry.

How am I/are we to Walk Truth in this time when every attempt is being made to wash truth away? A passage from the book of Jeremiah comes into my head: "Stand at the crossroads and look. Ask for the ancient paths. Ask 'Where is the good way?' Then walk in it and you will find rest for your souls."

RBG’s death points out ‘where the good way is’ for me/us to follow.  There is Truth in that path.  It is made of integrity. There are footsteps we can trust.  She offers us a mantle we can pick up and wear as our own. We are not alone.

My pink moon will be filled with the names of all the truth seekers I can come to know as I paint her through the month.  I am curious who will show up as I seek a path of integrity and courage.