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The Alchemist

Carrying her every motion with precision and purpose, the alchemist does not stumble in darkness because she sees its true nature. With her intention to humbly sink into the wild bounty of every moment, she slows us down with her. Under her powerful magic, all arising (and especially darkness) is transmuted into generous illumination - or at least into recognition that it was always so.
2020, Alchemist, collage 2020, Alchemist, text
This base image was found in the Eagle's Nest at Patchwork Farm Retreat on New Year's Eve. It is a print of Incensing the Veil, painted by John Singer Sargent in 1880. However, at the time of this Epiphany, the artist was unknown.

Synanim

Maddie, iteration 0
Brings scents
Takes things slowly, slowing others down,
All towards our sinking into every moment, our holding every motion, breath, sensation, as an offering to the Mother, MA,matrix. Because there's no way we can really give a gift in return

Luke, iteration 0
Alchemist... witch... master of the dark arts...
cloaked in her white veil, of spirit
With her powerful black magic, she transmutes darkness into illumination


Maddie, iteration 1
The alchemist NAME slows us down, with her intention to sink into the wild bounty of every moment. Under her powerful magic, all arising (and especially darkness) is transmuted into generous illumination - or at least our recognition that it was always so. She insists we offer each arising and realization to our same Mother.

Luke, iteration 1
Carrying her every motion with precision, intention, purpose... the alchemist does not stumble in darkness because she sees its true nature. It is generous. She shows us the luminous energy of every breath, sensation


Maddie + Luke, iteration 2
Carrying her every motion with precision and purpose, the alchemist does not stumble in darkness because she sees its true nature. With her intention to humbly sink into the wild bounty of every moment, she slows us down with her. Under her powerful magic, all arising (and especially darkness) is transmuted into generous illumination - or at least into recognition that it was always so.