I sit at the table
and time drifts by.
The weight of the pen is loose
in my fingers.
The paper
cool, and rough.
No matter how long I stare,
thought do not appear.
So I scatter words
across the page
Like bones
And wait
for the Oracle
to reveal
her Wisdom.
I recently made a committment to myself to do a blog post every week. It’s part of my resolve to get myself out there- to inspire others to join me on this grand adventure of discovery called life.
I didn’t feel words come through me the way I often do, so I looked through old writing of mine. Much of it good, but not the message I want to carry currently.
And sat here some more. Brain bouncing all over the place- flitting from concept to concept like a butterfly. Landing for a bit on light and shadow. Deciding that’s a topic for another time.
It came to me that a good part of being, regardless of what we are doing, is about showing up. Being present with What Is, even when it’s not always what we hope or expect. Being open to what might be waiting to be heard, or done, or felt.
It might not be our best work, or even feel like we’ve done The Thing, but we show up, nonetheless. We sit. We let the mind meander on its own journey. Thoughts surface. Some of them are merely shuffling together of information. Some are seeds to be planted and nurtured for the future. Some are distractions.
And here it is. I showed up. I learned that I can honour a commitment with the best I have to offer in this moment. Sometimes the best we can do is the next right thing.
Will you join me?
I came across this quote from Henry Miller, in his book “Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch”.
“Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.”
I really like this. Approaching life fully, with curiosity gives richer meaning to life, I feel.
One doesn’t need to make grand gestures, or a tremendous output of product.
For example, today I did a deep cleaning of my house. I have a little table set by a window that looks out to my back yard. For a long time it’s held a collection of all the thing my magpie side finds out on my explorations. Today I decided to clear that off, and intuitively, I put a journal and a pen on the table. In that moment, I knew I was committing to begin journaling again, or at the very least spend some time every day sitting there and writing or doodling/drawing.
My whole place feels fresh, reset, and open to possibilities. The cleaning’s not complete, but stagnant energy has dissipated.
A simple and mundane task became the gateway to new things. I really need to rewire that lamp. Electricty projects freak me out a bit.
A very good day indeed!
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