Once, when I greeted a lilac bush in my friend’s garden in
Northern Norway nearly every single day in August, it started to bloom in
October. Everything in the garden was preparing themselves for another winter
to come, but the lilac just bloomed. Fiercely. Everyone was baffled – except
me. I have always thought of plants as my friends. And we all know, love makes
everything bloom – plants, friends, sad stories, half-withered branches…everything.
My mum keeps telling me how I as a 3-years-old had declared
that I was going to become a botanist—someone who grows flowers all day long. I
don’t really remember saying or even thinking that, but I do know that I have
loved flowers my whole life. They are part of who I am. For that reason, I
suppose it isn’t too strange that I ended up creating flower mandalas.
A mandala is a form of sacred geometrical art, and I create
mine using flowers, petals, and green leaves. I don’t even know what first gave
me the idea. One day, I just knew I had to try it. At that time, there were no one
else making flower mandalas. I even googled it, but found nothing. So, I had no
idea how it would turn out, but as soon as I began, the magical world of flowers
completely captivated me. I was endlessly an incurably inspired.
The thing about mandalas is that they hold a powerful
frequency. They are like music—where a melody has the power to heal, comfort,
calm, energize, and inspire without you having to do anything. Your mind has no
say in the experience; it is your heart and soul that feel, sense and savour. A
wrinkle is ironed out of the fabric of your soul, am ache is released from your
story without any need for mental processing. It is all so subtle, so magical,
so fast.
This is what art does. Art heals. Music heals. They speak to
us in a language our minds don’t understand, but our souls do. Creating
mandalas has changed the way I see All That Is. The hours spent with flowers
have transformed and healed me. There is no going back from where I have come.
All thanks to flowers.
Today, ten and a half years since my first flower mandala,
flower art is still something I think about every day. To celebrate ten
outrageously colourful years of my mandala art, I created a book – a collection
of my mandalas from 2015 to 2021. It features the first six collections I have
created. It is simple yet profound. Powerful yet calming. And it serves as my
reminder of the importance of love, fun, and magic. Whenever these three wither
from your life, you know you must start again and find a way to call them
back—to awaken them. I know I do – I must be still and remind myself to be more
humble, more present. Because if there were no fun, no flowers, and no
fairytales on this planet, I probably would have planted myself somewhere else.
But hey, beautiful soul, what is YOUR dream? Where is it
calling you? Are you following it? Are you listening and paying attention? Are
you honouring you? You are the magic that needs to happen. You are the story
that must be told. Those who are blooming are inspiring those who are preparing
and those who are withering. There are many springs ahead of us. Let’ s keep
inspiring one other!
I wish you a new week full of colors that remind you of who
you truly are and that call you to follow your dream even more passionately.
Let’s keep having fun! Let’s keep playing!
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May peace be with you.
Hele
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