If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint Share on X
If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced” – Vincent Van Gogh
The year 2000 was a dark time for me.
I mainly wore black. I was grossly overweight and unhappy. I was drinking so much that it affected my company and my family’s life. I felt lost and alone.
A few years before that, I was removed from my family of origin.
Coming from a large, tight-knit family, being cut off was unheard of. Without the support I thought I would have as I grappled with memories and issues of my past, I went into a deep, dark, and scary place full of nightmares at night and despair and depression during the day.
I worked hard to put on a happy face and continue on as if nothing had happened.
I would stop at grocery stores and park in a faraway corner to cry in an effort to keep it together when my kids got home from school. (I didn’t keep it together as well as I thought.) I was in therapy but refused to go on any antidepressants (not a great idea in hindsight).
I had no way of sharing with friends what was going on. How do you tell people that your family is suddenly gone? It wasn’t like anyone died.
This behavior eventually led to me sitting in my car as it was running in our closed garage at 8:00 on a Monday morning.
My grown son, who was home that day (and usually slept late on his days off), woke up and, as he told me, was moved to the garage. “Mom???” I remember it so well. I didn’t want him to see me that way, and I didn’t want to try any longer pretending that I was OK.
That was the first miracle that saved my life, and my long healing journey began.
Not long after, a few women I didn’t know; angels, as I refer to them now, picked me up and took me to breakfast on a Saturday morning. It was the first Saturday in years that I could get up at dawn and face the day.
I’ll never forget sitting in that diner, drinking coffee with them. I was confused. Why would they want to spend time with ME? I was ugly. I was sad. My brothers, sisters, and parents didn’t want to be with me, so how could anyone else?
Those same women invited me a few months later to attend an art opening that featured a painting one of them did. She was not an artist, but she told me she painted a “mandala.” I had never heard of mandalas, but I agreed to go. I wondered how she could be in an art show at a gallery without any artistic experience.
I remember vividly walking into the Jung House in Columbus, Ohio. There were framed mandala paintings hanging on the walls. There were dozens of mandala cookies at the reception table.
I walked around and looked at each painting closely. I read each of the artist’s statements.
The women who painted the mandalas wrote that it had opened them up to new possibilities, awareness, and healing hidden wounds.
The paintings were stunning, and each one spoke to me differently. These were all women who had never painted before.
I felt my grief subside.
I didn’t realize that was happening then, but as I look back, it was a turning point that allowed me to heal and grieve. A small crack was made in my armor of despair, sadness, fear, and confusion.
I walked over to the table full of mandala cookies, and the woman who curated the show, Merry Norris of Merry Nova Studio, was behind the table. She had a beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. She was stunning.
I told Merry, “Whatever this is, I’m in.”
My divine creativity was activated, and my journey with the mandala began.
My first mandala workshop with Merry and several other women began a few weeks later in the gorgeous studio in her home.
Merry welcomed us like family. Her husband, John, made us coffee, said hello, and left as we began the evening kick-off. The combination of a powerful woman with a supportive husband was and continues to be profound.
No artistic experience was necessary to attend the workshop, and each woman came with an intention, something they wanted the painting to represent.
I intended to paint a mandala that honored my family of origin.
Over the next four days, I cried and laughed and grieved. And I painted. I painted for the first time in many years.
I learned that the Dharma Wheel symbolizes strength, and Merry helped me put one surrounding the center of my painting, representing the swirling mass of energy that became me.
At the end of the workshop, each of us took turns expressing what our painting meant to us. I could feel the healing begin. I talked about why I loved each and every member of my family, and I cried. I cried from the deep dark places of my soul.
But, as the “dark night of the soul” goes, I was not done.
I was beginning the long journey of walking through the corridor of my demons.
As I think about it now, I see that there were rays of sunshine peaking through the darkness, angels tapping me on the shoulder, and divine guides gently pulling me along the way.
My husband and two grown sons were a constant lifeline of support. They were happy to see my old self again. They were thrilled to see me being creative, smiling, and laughing.
Creativity allowed the Divine to speak to me even in my darkest moments.
Over the next few years, I had to grab the life ring and hold onto it, as I was in a battle with the strong waves of a deep, dark depression and the despair of grief that pulled me under repeatedly.
I continued to create and express what was happening inside as often as possible in painting and drawing workshops and in my journals.
I painted a mandala in honor of the time I spent with my mother picking her favorite flowers.
I painted a self-portrait mandala.
I painted a mandala to express the true nature of who I am from A-Z.
I drew a mandala at a workshop with Merry’s mentor, Paul Haussestaum, with the intention of expressing joy.
I painted a mandala burning away the past and welcoming in the new.
I painted a mandala to express working with all of my clients
Merry and I spent a week in Maui painting.
I did a painting to express my love of Maui (but it truly represents my love for Merry, who is my closest and dearest friend).
Soon after our trip to Maui, I was at the Jung House again, meeting Merry for an art opening, and had another nudge from the Divine.
I accidentally sat down in a lecture as I thought Merry would be in that room. The lecture had started, so I stayed for the duration.
The speaker talked about our individual divinity. He said that each of us is a divine human being.
“Divine?” “Me?” I was dumbfounded as I thought about it.
“How could I possibly be divine?” I wondered. “That means that I DESERVE to live and be happy!”
It occurred to me that we were in the same room where the original mandala painting exhibit was several years earlier.
I was also struck that it was “the Jung House,” as by then, I knew that Jung often used mandalas in his work with patients and in his journals.
C. J. Jung encouraged his patients to create and study mandalas as he believed that a mandala holds space for your psyche. He believed that creating and studying them gently heals issues we aren’t even aware of.
I became obsessed with doodling and creating mandalas.
I incorporated mandalas in all of my journals. I painted them; I drew them, I even needle pointed mandalas. I created a mandala ceramic backsplash for a friend of mine on commission.
I was doodling so much that a woman in my class asked me, “What are you doing, and HOW do you do that?”
You see, at the beginning of each class, I would draw a dot on a page and then doodle and color a full-blown mandala as I absorbed the information.
“Hmmm.. I should teach people how to doodle mandalas.” I thought. Painting a mandala is lovely, but doodling is less scary to most people who think they are “not creative” and can be done anywhere!
By then (in the year 2013), the divine power of creativity was apparent to me.
When I am creating a mandala, my “monkey mind” stops. I don’t have any thoughts crowding my mind as I let a mandala unfold. It doesn’t matter if I’m painting one, doodling one or needle-pointing one.
I have learned what it means to be mindful through being creative.
One day, I was drawing a mandala with my granddaughter. She asked me what I was doing. I told her it was a mandala.
“I want to draw one myself!! She said.
I quickly showed her the steps.
- You put a dot in the middle of your paper
- You draw four lines, two up and down and two across (like a cross)
- You draw a circle around connecting the lines
- You decorate it
Within 15 minutes, Ruby created her first mandala.
“Wow,” I thought. It’s just so easy!” What an affirmation.
In 2015, while reading Marianne Williamson’s book “The Law of Divine Compensation”, the idea of writing a book popped into my head.
It was like a command, “Write a book called ‘Divine Creativity.”
As miracles go, when I mentioned it a few days later at a mastermind group, one of the women said, “Great – you can be my keynote speaker next year!”
I replied,” Um… OK!”
And there you have it. That year, I wrote a book and did the keynote speech just as the books were hot off the press. She bought 100 books, one for each attendee.
I do not doubt that allowing myself to be creative, to stop everything that’s going on around me other than putting my mind and my hands to work doing something creative, is a powerful force of meditation and mindfulness.
Being creative by creating mandalas saved my life.
Being creatively mindful has allowed old thoughts of grief, shame, fear, and confusion to melt away. I can be alone and engage in thoughts of gratitude and love.
I no longer fear the future or regret my past (OK, most of the time!)
I am forever grateful to those who helped and loved me through my dark night of the soul and for the gift of expressing my creativity again.
What’s your creative story?
Our world needs more creativity, don’t you agree?
Can you help me spread the word?
Please comment below.
Wow Awesome Kathy, what an incredible strong story!Its amazing what comes from a mandala! and Saying yes!
Paint on and Stay FRee! and happy!
Love LaurenLilyRose
Oh Lauren – thanks so much for commenting! A fellow mandala lover and artist!
Kathy,
Your story is very inspiring and gives me the courage to release my creativity. Thank you for sharing. Ayo
Woo Hoo! Thanks Ayo – please share with me as your creativity is set freeee!
What a story you have to tell. I never knew. Congratulations to you for finding your way. And through your process of healing, you’ve created beautiful pieces of art.
Thank you so much Deb! I love the mandala:)
Hello Kathy!
I came here searching for some good article about evolution of traditional mandalas as mandalas hold deep history. I am extremely glad that I got to hear this beautiful story of yours. It is very inspirational. And after reading your story, I have changed my mind. I had to write about how with time people are coming up with some really awesome and beautiful mandalas and others should try to look around and take inspiration.
But now I want to write about to be expressive and explore the depth within you through mandalas.
Thanks You Kathy!
I just saw this on my blog. Do you have a website I can see? Thank you for this comment!
thank you Ishita! I just saw this. Let me know if you have written any more about mandalas, or better yet, created any?!
That was a fantastic post! I had no idea Mandalas & meditations are so prominent. These days, I’ve been studying and reading a lot about mandalas. I’m curious if any of you have any further resources to contribute. It appears to be difficult to discover the latest information on the website. I came across a couple of websites that are related. One of the websites is https://www.pranalink.com/blog/post/meditation-and-mandala/?utm_source=referrer&utm_medium=organic. The majority of the website does not update frequently enough to help me learn faster. Is there anyone eager to help?
Oh my goodness, I haven’t checked my comments in a very long time. Thank you! I teach people to draw mandalas (over 1000 in the last 10 years)
I do have another website you may be interested in… http://www.IloveMandalas.com