I am listening to a podcast on aniconism, and thinking, how, in a way, we are all imperfect, and incomplete, icons or manifestations of the divine.

I think about the implications of this idea when conversations are had, in spiritual circles, about manifesting the divine within.

I always look at art, with the lens of what an artist’s personal iconography is.

I think life should be lived as art, and that all artists are shamans.

Ergo, all art, and all life, points to the divine.

I find God, in all its incarnations in nature. I was just visited by two crows. Odin, I salute you.

Lord, I loved my father.

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