Sister Marteen of Tours
The Patron Saint of Gypsies
I saw a bumper sticker the other day that read, “Not all who wander are lost”. For much of my life I have felt a connection to this, not because I’m constantly in search of a place to call home but because it’s all home and exploring is not to be confused with searching. Searching implies a longing, a sense of something missing where exploring is a result of comfort in the unknown and a sense of wonderment at all that we are both a part of and is part of us. We are all everything that is.
Granted parts are not as pleasing to us as others and we find where our comfort and pride is strongest which is obviously empowering. By the same token however, our greatest strength comes not so much from that which empowers us, but from the knowledge that there is nowhere of which we need fear. Easier said than done, I know – but realizing, as Joseph Campbell states, that “Thou Art That” we can take the first steps to wander each new and narrow trail.
In Sister Marteen of Tours, I have combined the dark beauty of the Gypsy mysterium with the most gallant of travelers, the horse. It is interesting that it so reminds me of that rare and most beautiful of all breeds – the Gypsy Horse. It is a reminder to me that we are all one, all part of the same energetic and consciousness field, our molecules sharing dark matter and information.
We are all energy, and as such we are all receptors and transmitters of information. I believe the storehouse for that information is consciousness and retains the information from all life transmissions that have come before us, are being transmitted by us and will be shared after our current physical manifestations of energy (bodies) have degenerated with that which is born anew. And on and on. This is just a larger version of the Gypsy in our nature and I believe is simply one micro-cosmic yet the exponential way the universe / the multiverse / God evolves.