I'm new to mandala drawing but I've learned something already: every time I draw one, I love the process even more than the time before.
Last Sunday afternoon I sat outside and drew a mandala. I always like to choose an intention or pleasant thought to hold while I draw mandalas, but this time the subject matter chose me.
Sunday's date marked a significant event, and my mind was occupied with memories of an important relationship in my life - a relationship that was never balanced - one filled with deep love and a whole lot of mixed up heartache.
I colored and filled in and fixed a few lines. I allowed the mess-up's to exist with the parts I accepted as good enough. I added shapes to the edges that expanded its realm, and I recognized the entire process as a whole instead of focusing on a line that I once thought was too thick.
After all the colors had been added, once all the uneven lines were acknowledged and allowed, I felt a sense of relief - a deeper sense of understanding for what was. That relationship so meaningful to me, the one that was never meant to be a safe haven, is really just part of my journey. All those flawed lines and shapes, those bumps along the way, make up who I am today. And even though my mandala isn't picture perfect, it's deep and complicated and effortless and beautiful in its own way. Kind of like my life.
So, so awesome.