I draw circles. Lots and lots of circles. I like the way the circle has no beginning and no end. Emptying my mind, I am drawn towards the centre of a blank canvas. Allowing my intuition to guide me, I create with deep breath and colourful abandon, experiencing the expansion of the moment. Moments melt and blend together as the colours flood and find their own beginnings and endings. I am in no hurry. There is no need to race to a destination. There is no destination. There is only the experience of feeling one with the circle. I become the circle. The circle becomes me.
The word, “mandala” is the Sanskrit word for circle or center, representing wholeness, completeness, and the cyclical nature of life. Everything in life is a circle. The sky is round, the earth is round, and so are all the stars. The wind swirls round and the birds make circular nests. The sun, the moon and the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.
Nature is filled with mandalas, eggs, flowers, spider webs, seeds, tree trunks, snowflakes, cells, molecules, atoms, planets and their orbits, solar systems and galaxies. The human eye also has a mandalic form: The pupil sits in the center of the iris, collecting light from the outer world and projecting it inward. Even the polycrystalline form of the DNA molecule is a mandala.
Just as the power of the world often manifests in circles, our own power, or potential, can also be discovered in a circle. Allow the mandala to take you to the still centre within your being. Encounter the endless possibilities that emanate from your centre. Grab some coloured pencils and paper and have fun discovering yourself.