Trust me, said the path

A story with a painful point

There are moments when life brings us to our knees. Sometimes gently, sometimes with force.

Just before this painting came through my brushes, I had such a moment. I fell hard on the road just outside our house and twisted and sprained my left ankle. The portal of feminine energy stopped me in my tracks from going on a walk with my husband that day.
It wasn´t just my body that hit the ground; as I lay there on the road it literally felt as if my Soul itself had fallen.
And the I realised that I was supported and cared and looked after, as it was Mother Earth herself that caught me, and kept me safe. And of course gravity.

In that collision with the ground, I heard a message so clear it shook my entire being: "Stop running away from everything and everyone." It was my very Soul´s downfall.

I lay there, stunned. Then I felt like something inside me cracked open, like a dam giving way to a deeper river. I could no longer pretend. I could no longer keep outrunning my own life. I cried out loud, like someone had taken my life away from me, and I felt this immense loneliness in life.

And then, almost immediately after, back in my studio, she came through. The face you see in the painting is my Soul staring back at me.

This painting was not planned. It arrived like a visitation.
A face of ancient serenity, emerging through rivers of indigo, emerald, and gold. Eyes that seemed to see all of me and my fear, my longing, my tiredness, my hope.

As I painted, the words stirred:

"Trust me," said the Path.

The Sacred Book of Women by SÏRÏ

"Those are my feet you are walking on."

It was a revelation.

I understood, then, that the path I had doubted, the journey I had feared, was not random or cruel.
It was a living presence, a Being who had been carrying me the whole time. Holding me even when I felt most lost.

The colors that flowed around her became rivers of memory and promise.
The spirals over her crown became maps of places my heart already knew.
The softness of her exposed chest, the merging of her hair with the sky and water, whispered: "You are not apart from the Way. You are woven into it."

This painting showed me what I needed to do: Stop running.
Start listening.
Surrender the story of struggle.

And walk softly, reverently, with trust.

Even now, when I lose my footing, I return to her face.
I see the Path looking back at me with eyes full of love and fierce wisdom. And I remember:

The Sacred Book of Women by SÏRÏ

"Those are my feet you are walking on." And deeper still:
In fact, I am my Way.

As are you, my lovely- trust your path, it is her feet you are walking on!

This painting helped my ankle heal and my Soul to wait for me to catch up with it again, having tried to flee its nudges. I really hope you are listening to your Soul´s calling! Before you fall!

Watercolour 56 x 76 cm, available in my SIRIstore here: The Siri store