Chihuly in the Desert

Just as the sun was setting over the desert, I entered the Botanical Gardens in Phoenix, Arizona. The desert wears its own unique beauty and scent and the glass blown art of Dale Chihuly’s team emphasized this beauty.

I walked in a garden of inspiration.

I turned to my friend and said I felt as though at that very moment; all was right with humanity.

I experienced the Beauty of God; the Beauty of Life.

I recalled a passage from The Autobiography of a Yogi. “By ignoble whips of pain, man is driven at last into the Infinite Presence, whose beauty alone should lure him.”

At that moment I chose to come to the Divine through Beauty consciously, and welcome whatever pain or distress with the energy of Beauty.

There is a healing power in Nature and in Color. I allowed myself to open to this.

Aware that purple is seen as the Highest Vibrating color in the spectrum and has been deemed as the mystical color, I breath deep into this installment.

My steps alternated between slow lingering and hurried expectation and I giggled a bit.

The majesty of the desert had met the majesty of the art world.

This piece was my friend Tammy’s favorite. To watch her watch it with awe invoked the inner witness. God as a communal experience.

The woman behind me commented on the desert dust on this installation. It turns out it is difficult to clean the glass in the boat. I thought about cleansing. Sometimes we clean our inner selves despite its difficulties and other times the gift of rain cleanses us without effort.

And I breathe.

Each piece is beautiful in its own right; though vastly different. I’m pleased that I don’t play favorites and instead appreciate it all. This insight is a key to the Peace I’ve touched.