The creative process is mysterious; rambling, one thought leads to the next. It seems as artists, the essence of our ethics rise up from the depths of the unconscious, to be birthed into light through words, imagery and music. I pray for peace, for lovingkindness, for compassion in this world, each and every day.
I would like to be able to connect more directly with all of you who visit my blog as this is an amazing time in history, a time during which we can touch the hearts of others around the world, and learn much from each person we meet. I know this is another desire that will mostly go unfulfilled. I am blogging less, living offline more. This is good, yet I miss the simplicity of my life secluded in my room. I miss visiting other blogs as often as I used to.
Isn't it interesting that no matter what the situation, I can feel grateful, truly, deeply grateful and STILL long for something other than what is? Do you find this to be so in your lives? It is a paradox, accepting "what is" AND making peace with "longing"... holding both at once without judging the heart and mind, softening into "all is welcome."
...and the woodpecker is merrily having breakfast in the distance. Time for mine.