There is no image here and my art journal pages for this week are bare. I’ve struggled for several days to nail down an image of what my Soul Cape looks like. I got nothing for you. And then it finally struck me: my soul cape is invisible.
My soul cape cannot be seen because it is like all things of the spirit: it is comprised of faith and the desires of the heart and such things cannot be seen with the naked eye.
My soul cape is woven of pure energy and enwraps me. Its warp is love and its weft is power. It has, I’m sorry to say, been torn or ripped over the years and has been repaired with threads of other emotions, some not so pretty or strong. I keep those parts of the cape out of sight and wear it so only the good side shows.
My soul cape, most of the time, is capable of deflecting the worst assaults on my spirit. I pull it around me when the arrows head my way and I walk away unscathed and in one piece. However, sometimes, when I have not been tending to my cape by keeping it clean and well-pressed, it doesn’t work as it should and it absorbs the projectiles of bad feelings hurled at me by others. The arrows stick to it and and it becomes so heavy that sometimes I cannot move. And sometimes, fortunately not often, when I have been very negligent and don’t immediately shake off the muck that sticks to it after an attack, my cape becomes quite capable of clearing a room with its own negative energy.
So I wish I could show you my cape – these days it has been quite brilliant and flows along behind me as I sashay through life. It has been gathering goodness and light from the other kindred creative souls that have lately crossed my path. That is the good thing about a soul cape: it absorbs the good as well as the not-so-good.
I wish I could depict my cape for you – but you’ll have to take my word for it: it is radiant and brilliant. Just as well, it is probably too bright for the human eye to stand….
L. Gloyd (c) 2009