spontaneous epiphanies


If I can bear the nights, the days are a pleasure. I walk out, I see something, some event that would otherwise have been utterly missed and lost; or something sees me, some enormous power brushes me with it clean wing, and I resound like a beaten bell. I am an explorer, then, and I am also a stalker, or the instrument of the hunt itself. Something pummels us, something barely sheathed. Power broods and lights. We’re played on like a pipe; our breath is not our own. James Houston describes two young Eskimo girls sitting cross-legged on the ground, mouth on mouth, blowing by turns each others’ throat cords, making a low, unearthly music. When I cross again the bridge that is really the steers’ fence, the wind has thinned to the delicate air of twilight; it crumples the water’s skin. I watch the running sheets of light raised on the creek’s surface. The sight has the appeal of the purely passive, like the racing of light under clouds on a field, the beautiful dream at the moment of being dreamed. The breeze is the merest puff, but you yourself sail headlong and breathless under the gale force of the spirit…..Annie Dillard

remember that first time the creative fire sucked you up into a tornado and left you breathless? it all just flowed and whatever was being created, simply moved through you…..yes, a rare and wondrous and playful gift, like wildflowers in snow…..

Where do they come from, these images that rain down into the fantasy? Dante, justifiably, had a high opinion of himself, to the point of having no scruples about proclaiming the direct divine inspiration of his visions. Writers closer to us in time establish their contacts through earthly transmitters, such as the individual or the collective unconscious; the time regained in feelings that reemerges from time lost; or ‘epiphanies,’ concentrations of being in a single spot or point of time. In short, it is question of processes that, even if they do not originate in the heavens, certainly go beyond our intentions and our control, acquiring- with respect to the individual- a kind of transcendence…..Italo Colvino

rolling down into the heart of what moves us

The creator’s function is to sift the elements he receives from her, for human activity must impose limits upon itself. The more art is controlled, limited, worked over, the more it is free. As for myself, I experience a sort of terror when, at the moment of setting to work and finding myself before the infinitude of possibilities that present themselves, I have the feeling that everything is permissible to me. If everything is permissible to me, the best and the worst; if nothing offers me any resistance, then any effort is inconceivable, and I cannot use anything as a basis, and consequently every undertaking becomes futile. Will I then have to lose myself in this abyss of freedom? To what shall I cling in order to escape the dizziness that seizes me before the virtuality of this infinitude? However, I shall not succumb. I shall overcome my terror and shall be reassured by the thought that I have the seven notes of the scale and its chromatic intervals at my disposal, that strong and weak accents are within my reach, and that in all of these I possess solid and concrete elements which offer me a field of experience just as vast as the upsetting and dizzy infinitude that had just frightened me…..Igor Stravinsky

4 thoughts on “spontaneous epiphanies

  1. the rush that makes my hands shake as I am pouring my first cup of the morning ‘get to a page; get to a page………..empty, empty, empty’………… May your day be overflowed with wilderness and the will to bloom…….

    • the creative fire blooms you dear friend…….distilling life into soul…..breathe it all in……may this deepening well of autumn light sustain you……blessings Bobbie…

  2. ahhh a memory…..Reading “The Wellsprings of Life”…… my amazement and awe of the Creator overflowing irresistibly into a dance of sheer joy from Asimov’s marvelous scientific descriptions of the interrelatedness of the evolution of everything in the universe.

    • love hearing about your immersion in these mysteries……awe leads us, guides our faith into a sweetness settling….blessings this holiday season Elaine….

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