Happy Mandala Monday! Just like I’d decided, I started my mandala on Sunday this week. I actually cut one of my beautiful lilies (they die so fast anyway) and some flowers from giant hostas in my front yard. I collected some blueberries and “mystery berries” from a bush that seems to be growing out of one of my blueberry bushes (I actually have to find out what that plant is because I’m debating whether or not to cut it down to save the blueberries or let it continue to grow). Here it is, in case anyone has any ideas:
So, I got my berries and buds inside and was thinking of using a plate as a background, like in this beautiful mandala post from Patty:
I was starting to think about an arrangement when a little friend crawled out from inside my lily. Now, I could have kept thinking and arranging, but I was in our bedroom and had this terrible vision of the bug flying around all night keeping us awake and my wife begging me to kill it. (I’ve been doing all my work in the bedroom this week because the temperatures have been in the 90s and it’s the only room with air conditioning.) I quickly scooped up the flower and brought it outside to try to free my new friends (there were actually a couple in there). The mosquitos started eating me alive and those little buggers just didn’t want to abandon ship, so I gave up and left them, and the flower, outside.
That left me with just the hosta flowers and the berries, so I made a simple design and called it a night.
I woke up the next morning, Monday, and was thinking what I could do with my mandala- print it and draw something in the center, try to recreate it, start over from scratch. I had to drive to the eastern part of the state to go to the funeral of my pastor’s wife’s father, and I thought about my little empty mandala on and off for a lot of the trip. It was a beautiful drive and I was able to stream Pandora on my phone the whole time (not always possible driving through some of the more remote areas). As I was leaving the funeral, I saw this beautiful Peace Pole outside the church and knew at once how to complete my mandala. They have always moved me, and today’s was no exception.
So, here’s my offering:
I’m wishing peace and comfort to my pastor and his family; peace and comfort to us all.