Til We Have Faces

Ambivalence.  Reticence. Acquiescence.

All these ess~ences of the creative process.

Mysterious, vulnerable, and wholly unseen, like the faces here.

“When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you’ll not talk about the joy of words.  I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer.  Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean?  How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?”

~ C. S. Lewis

I take Lewis to mean it is only through time, maturation, and a deep exploration in the aquifers of the soul that babbling becomes bubbling.  Bubbling up from the Source.

The ideas and images in Vox Anima have babbled and bubbled for years.

It may have been that my face has not been fully formed, enough, til now?

To speak with the gods, so to speak?

Like the Dreamer and the Dream-Maker… perhaps, it begs the question:

Who has been painting me?

Vox Anima, SDM

All Art credit goes to Jeremy Lipking