Twin Souls reunited from lives past inspire each other in creating transformational art.

I met Jim on my birthday in 1990. He stepped on my toe at a crowded night club. When he said his name was Jim and that he was a silversmith, I could feel his hands molding the metal with great care. Even his name felt as familiar as family ~ my brother was Jim, my sister had married a Jim, my first love had been a Jim. I opened my heart and eyes and listened intently.

One evening when we were first dating, he took me to dinner at a local bistro. Sitting at the table in the middle of the tiny dining room, we chatted over a glass of wine. “Your paintings are your search for the peace which has been missing in your life,” he said as if it were obvious to everyone in the room.  Stunned, tears ran down my face. I felt suddenly exposed! “How could he see such a thing?” I thought as I mentally flipped through a lifetime of paintings in my mind’s eye.

Well . . . There are no accidents in life. Divine Twin Souls are here to help each other. And in the doing of such selfless acts of love, fulfill themselves in the process. Turns out I could see right through him too. I just knew things about him, things which were as obvious to me.

Now this is where the story gets down to the nitty gritty. When I first met Jim, I had stopped painting. And he was not an artist, or so he said. He was restoring antique sterling silver ~ a craftsman he said.

For the past 18 years, we have each taken our turn reaching deep inside ourselves for each other ~ to places so deep we didn’t even know they existed. We have stood by each other and faced down our own demons in the process. Because of him, I am painting. AND because of me, he sculpts. Neither would exist without the other. Both of us would have died long ago, were it not for this miracle of faith in each other.

You can see the evidence of this in our art. There are no words which can express it as well. My paintings and his sculpture are a manifestation of the feelings we have experienced along our path of healing these deep emotional places which we brought with us from lives past. Our understanding of what those might have been is not so important as the process itself ~ and the power of sharing our transformational art together.

We have come to understand and accept our roles for each other and for everyone who is touched by what we create. Cognitive understanding is a fleeting thing. However, the peace created in sharing ourselves in this way ~ is transformational and eternal.