image: sketch from a couple of days ago in my journal

This loose woman and many others like her have peppered the pages of my journals for years like sirens, luring me into the dangerous waters of artistic transformation.

Some have become manifest in more rigid forms, morphed into spirit guides bringing messages, heralds of truth.

But these images are more abstract, less full of words, more pure imagining, fanciful, and fun!

I wonder:  what would this life, this art look like?  How would it change me..

Can I let go of what I have known, ask the “Little Baptist Girl” shadow to rest, release her Puritainistic, patriarchal  hold on my psyche and let this wild, loose woman have her way with me?

Can I trust that SHE too is holy?  Can I allow Her sensuous vulnerability to pull me into the dark waters of the unknown?