My initial introduction to the iconic images of deep space from the Hubble space telescope was profoundly affecting and joyful. I wanted to learn about the telescope, the stars, galaxies, supernovas and everything astronomical. I was amazed as I entered into the incomprehensible vastness and staggering beauty of the images of starry space. I felt my smallness, yet not insignificance, as I traveled with the stars and planets in their now visible wanderings. I finally felt at home, belonging to an event, rather than a place, more vast and mystical than my prior imagination had suggested. I felt something new (old?) was being offered with the Hubble images, something critically important at this time in human history, a new mythology for a New Age.
My experience was akin to the familiar dream of being in one's home and discovering new rooms of which one has never before been aware. I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole
- slightly disoriented and "curiouser and curiouser." Images of the stars loosened and cut earthbound tethers, becoming catapults of consciousness to other dimensions, accompanied by awe, wonder, gratitude and a deep resonance. I was captivated and excited to create a series with these images that could, in my own experience, bridge heaven and earth and attempt to capture the joy of being truly alive right now in the newly visible vistas of this vast and mysterious universe. I felt what Alice Bailey called
"the clarion call" of my own soul - an identification with potential. All separation fell away and for the first time I experienced the particular sense of belonging that had long eluded me and a comfort that defied explanation. I had entered the cathedral of the stars and I was home.
...and suddenly I saw
with arrows, fire and flowers,
and winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of mystery,
felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
My heart broke loose on the wind.