dreamy days...

reflecting on thoughts about the sweet spot…..that place of distance between the everyday momentum & a more subtle reverie….revealing in its undertones the waiting for the muse, dark nights, & idle brilliance….

I am quite fascinated by this because it beckons sometimes…the ‘being’ balanced with the ‘doing’…a tricky balance at best…I’m sure there’s an underlying fear there somewhere…

when we do ‘give in’ to ‘letting go’….such as….

the daydream, the peering out the window, or the fifteen minutes of lounge time…..

the faeries visit or,

we remember something important or,

a mini revelation happens or,

a problem gets solved or,

a nagging emotion is let go or,

important calls or cards to friends are remembered,

& most importantly for me….a creative jolt reenergizes me….

I’m sure you have your own list of ‘deep sigh places’…..

Suddenly I was aware of my soul standing in the dark, in the opaqueness of midlife, unable to do anything but wait. I wanted to pray, to form words & petitions, but there was only the eerie stillness of my heart. If we’re to wait, we must relearn the extravagance of grace…..Sue Monk Kidd

dance the tribal dance…