Where does music stop and life begin? Answer, it doesn't, it flows seamlessly morphing into each other, at any point, I grab my phone, book, piano, computer, it's like being driven, by what I don't know, I just follow it.
Sometimes, I'm not even sure where it's coming from, not that it doesn't flow with my own boundaries.
I feel almost 'stunned' to silence, my way forward is not even known to me, yet, but I trust in what I'm doing and my path, my feelings, after all, that's all we have.
It's like writing, it's emotional, you feel it trembling in your stomach, an aching that expresses itself like dreamy summer days of just 'being' present with yourself. All the fears dissipating into nothing and you just step through something and realise you never saw that before, but here you are! I take it, the step towards my destiny, life force, no matter what else I may do, but our hearts are our ultimate map.
There's no other way to go but gently forward, with your soul, life's work, yet something clicked and there was no going back, a test maybe? We're tested to the limit to get beyond something that blocks us, like a wall that makes it impossible, we have to go around to get back to the way, it takes a stronger person to still forge ahead along the bracken laced path to where your dreams live, shackles, even interesting moments on the way hold you back, like toddlers clutching your legs, and still you walk even limp towards that dream that's lit from within.
Then you notice a light goes on, takes you further into the forest, and as you hold yourself in a ball of light that keeps your excitement present, you suddenly feel exhausted!Â
I'm wondering why, we feel afraid to stand up for ourselves, our creation, our vulnerability, we fear to lay out in front of others critical eyes and ears. I am listening, to all, not just that one, even if I know them, I am giving space to my longings cos I've nothing to lose
And that my friends IS how it is. True, simple and complicated as life, dreams and most of all any creativity is...
Like being asleep while awake, or awake while asleep, this IS a momentous time for all of us, I know that, but I know it's more to do with evolving as humans rather than any politics, though, there's always preferabilities'? Â maybe that's a part of it!
This is a time in our historical books as some sort of light being switched on, as if we never had light before, as though Thomas Edison had never discovered it? But, we must remember that others paved the way towards it, also as in any great shift forward, we are all in it together.
I feel like I'm talking in tongues, maybe because it's also an auspicious day, a full October moon tonight that feels so powerful. I send gratitude and honour my ancestors
That when we reach for the stars of ourselves and still be happy with our efforts, it opens another door, and there's no going back
I may not post this today, but in the next few days, it feels like I'm flying in the air, or is it because I've only had one cup of coffee to ground me.
Is it the moon, or the electric in the air? I awoke today and just cannot get out of my own way, a bubbling mass of excitement, realisation, of what? I am, is it me finally accepting myself for who I say I am?
I'm off to get the sage out and cleanse my home...it has to be done, moving on to my dreams...
And then I'll clean the bathroom...