Mother of Infinite Doorways
Mother of Infinite Doorways came to me when the heartbreak of a certain door closing in my life shook open the grief of the pattern it represented across so many generations of mothers and grandmothers. But the grief hollowed out its own doorway too, and became the shape of Her--the Feminine mysteries, the lamp bearer of unmarked paths, the weaver of forgotten strands, the Mother of Infinite Doorways...
All prints are signed by artist and numbered. Please listen below to Her message as an excerpt from The Prayer Tent sound journey.
Mother of Infinite Doorways came to me when the heartbreak of a certain door closing in my life shook open the grief of the pattern it represented across so many generations of mothers and grandmothers. But the grief hollowed out its own doorway too, and became the shape of Her--the Feminine mysteries, the lamp bearer of unmarked paths, the weaver of forgotten strands, the Mother of Infinite Doorways...
All prints are signed by artist and numbered. Please listen below to Her message as an excerpt from The Prayer Tent sound journey.
Mother of Infinite Doorways came to me when the heartbreak of a certain door closing in my life shook open the grief of the pattern it represented across so many generations of mothers and grandmothers. But the grief hollowed out its own doorway too, and became the shape of Her--the Feminine mysteries, the lamp bearer of unmarked paths, the weaver of forgotten strands, the Mother of Infinite Doorways...
All prints are signed by artist and numbered. Please listen below to Her message as an excerpt from The Prayer Tent sound journey.
"Inside you is a temple, a sacred temple, made for the shape of you, to hold the work your heart is here for. Each chamber contains mysteries, contains medicine, contains the understanding in your blood and bones that you belong. And as you walk in this lifetime, there are doorways that call to you. Some you say yes to. Some you say no to. Some you say maybe. Many you do not even realize are there. But as your heart grows through the breaking open of losses, new doorways appear, new doorways arise from the seeds you planted, from the prayers you whispered through your tears of grief. Death is a doorway to life. Life is a doorway to love. Love is a doorway to death. Just being still, just stopping, just kneeling is enough to realize you don’t have to go searching far out there. Infinite doorways are inside you, like the petals of a lotus, like your eyelids opening and closing again and again, until you are ready to see."