I gotta share something with you:
“I float into the notes of a Nordic folk ballad. I dream of dreams not given birth to. I yearn to be blessed by songs of sensitive sparrows at dawn,”
– Marc Creamore “Sensitive Sparrows”
Awen is the divine spirit of inspiration. An artistic, creative, soul seeks inspiration wherever she/he can. Marc was a brother, a seeker, full of Awen. He was a poet who threw out inspiration with integrity and intent. When you throw a stone into a pond, the ripple goes to other side of the pond and eventually returns back to the other edge of that pond. Marc was that stone and we were his pond. Marc was a poet who honored his gift, was careful in his intent. He informed and inspired. He loved the outdoors and it was his place of “thinking”, dipping into the sounds of trees and birds and fire and air and Mother Earth. He was my inspiration. He personified Awen. I miss him and hope to be with my brother again some time, some place. And we shall write poetry together.
I know that when I am in the midst of inspiration, I am in a space, a stream, of higher knowledge. It is sacred space. It is a space of flowing spirit that pulls us up more deeply into the creative space of soul. Awen is an ancient word found in Celtic manuscripts going back to the 6th century. It has been found in British and Egyptian carvings. The symbol for Awe s a circle. At the top of the circle are three dots. In the bottom two thirds three elongated triangles from bottom of the circle up to the circles. To me, it represents the feminine, in the trio of threes.
The symbol of Awen represents 3 rays of light, pillars of wisdom. The dots represent the blessed drops of Awen, and the earth, seas and sky. Awen has a song that is sung in groups of three. Awen is about interconnection of all things. Marc knew this.
My inspiration has gone somewhere. I am only, after many months, beginning to paint again to feel a drive to release poetry and art. It bubbles up from that sacred space within. Life presented me with serious decisions, with a need to finally take care of myself, to draw near to my homeland, to draw nearer to my family. I feel an easing of the spirit and have time to just be me and sit with my thoughts, and to be inspired. The whisper of sparrow’s wing above me, they sit on the eaves of the rooftop and speak to me. I feel Marc close by since I have come to know how very much he inspired me.
As I, now, sit before a blank canvas, it is as if I am starting all over again. I am struggling to get to that place of techniques. That flow of Awen has not fully happened. Poetry comes to mind in bits of phrases. I wrote them down, hoping to retrieve that flow that used to come. I thought, by beginning to blog again, that it might help it find a way through the tangles of recent past.
Have you experienced Awen?
©Carol Desjarlais 7.13.25
A taste of his poetry : https://allpoetry.com/marc_creamore
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