Thalia writes that making mandalas has become something of a daily devotional for her. I like that idea. I think about how it is possible to lose yourself in the image you choose and the process of creating a mandala from it, and how this does become a meditation on whatever that image means for you.

Although the past few days were rich with opportunities for ritual, celebration and devotion, I didn't participate in any public way and only observed the Full Moon in a small and private way. This morning it occurred to me that a bit of devotion might be a good thing.

Among all of my recent thoughts of change and life and what that all means, I've been thinking of moving. Among thoughts of leaving behind that which no longer serves us, I think about leaving my current apartment, where specters of an unhappy situation continue to haunt me. When I think of a place where I was happy, where things were simpler, where my heart yearns to go, I think of San Francisco. And I think of the beach at Crissy Field.

My devotional today is dedicated to that place, to my love for it, and to my hope for a return, if not to that place in particular, then to the simple happiness I experienced there.

Crissy Field Mandala

Posted by Angela-Eloise at 10:40 AM