And sometimes life is a spiral

Today I caught a glimpse of the light inside of me - not because I was looking for it or thinking about it, but precisely because I wasn't. It happened in a moment of quiet and stillness.

And so, I circle back around to a starting point: This practice I have started is not about the production of creativity, the constant whir of my brain searching for ideas. It is about finding, every day, enough quiet and stillness so that whatever is inside of me has the space to bubble up.

A gift of song

Singing

bubbles up
timidly, softly
growing stronger, louder
for
the sad parts
the hurt parts
the ones you haven't seen in years
the ones you had hoped had gone away
filling them with a gift of song
displacing black clouds
to be breathed out
An invitation issued
to join the whole

Meandering back to me

Then one day I realized that the real question is, "what does my heart say?" But in order to hear one's heart clearly, especially in the beginning, one needs quiet and stillness. So, I set off in search of quiet and stillness only to discover that it isn't enough to just visit them, you need to be able to bring them home with you. And, so began another journey.