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waxing creative



Usually a few times a year a huge wave of creativity will swell and suddenly come sweep me off my feet.  It makes me feel freshly inspired and energized, and I want to see, smell, feel, listen, and taste the world with all my senses.  It is a place of great calm yet also a space where wellsprings of ideas and inspired creative flights come soaring through like the dance of birds on the wind.

I have come to recognize that these times happen when my life is harmonizing just so, where the rhythmic alignment of my mind, body and spirit is set within a specific range that's attuned to my true cosmic flow.  This is the place where I strive to exist more often, and I am learning to better circumnavigate obstacles that tend to bump me off the path so I can create on a more wavy-like trajectory and less on one that's wildly up and down.

It's clear to me now that these inspired times always open up in the wake of off-loading and working through the hard stuff.  It is the act of examining the shadowy parts, pulling them out into the light and trying to make sense of the tangle as best I can, then setting them down to bake and shrivel in the sun.

This is what creates space in my soul;  what harbors patience, love, presence, desire, and inspired thinking.

So some days are just beautifully brilliant and clear, and despite the cold and gloomy weather outside, today is one of those days.




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  1. You have such great awareness around these seasons in your life and what you need to do to get the most benefit from then. I love the idea of shedding the layers to reach our core that burns brightly! Beautiful.

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  2. sometimes it takes me a while to reflect and really see things as they are. and remember, we all burn brightly at the core!

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