i found god in myself
& i loved her
i loved her fiercely
Some say the creative life is in ideas, some say it is in doing. It seems in most instances to be in simply being. It is not virtuosity, although that is very fine in itself. It is the love of something, having so much love for something- whether a person, a word, an image, an idea, the land or humanity- that all that can be done with the overflow is to create. It is not a matter of wanting to, not a singular act of will; one solely must……Clarissa Pinkola Estes
this elusive creativity sneaks past our ego and washes out of us without our ‘permission’…..we belong to our own hearts and when we tend to the details of our lives with care, something shines from that heart space…..the amazing thing about coming out of hiding is the enormity of soul rhythm riding sweetly and silently with the wind, riding in our bones…..hands kiss, write love letters, paint, comfort, pray, and hold love…..
As we love ourselves, we move toward our own bliss, by which Joseph Campbell meant our highest enthusiasm. The word ‘entheos’ means ‘god-filled.’ Moving towards that which fills us with the godhood, that place where time is not, is all we need to do to change the world around us. Then we, naturally and without effort, love others and allow them to move beyond their self-imposed limitations, and in their own ways. The goal is to evolve to that place where the energy that had been projected outward to correct the world is turned around to correct oneself- to get on our own track and to dance, in balance, between the worlds. Following your bliss, is not self-indulgent but vital; your whole physical system knows that this is the way to be alive in this world and the way to give the world the very best that you have to offer. There is a track just waiting for each of us, and once on it, doors will open that were not open before and would not open for anyone else. The first step, the heroic first step of the journey, is out of, or over the edge of, your boundaries, and it often must be taken before you know that you will be supported. The hero’s journey has been compared to a birth; it starts out warm and snug in a safe place; then comes a signal, growing more insistent, that it is time to leave…..Diane Osbon
Flowers unfold slowly and gently, bit by bit in the sunshine,and a soul too must never be punished or driven, but unfolds in its own perfect timing to reveal its true wonder and beauty……The Findhorn Community