I need it to be quiet.
I need it to be still.
I need the gotta do's and the must do's to cross themselves off, or back away slowly.
I need to rest between the joys.
I need to refresh between the tears and broken-open-ness.
That's when I renew.
That's when I rebuild and restore and reboot.
My perspective can catch its breath and settle. I can begin to see what's really, truly around me.
This world is so loud sometimes. It demands attention, energy, and action. It tells me to WAKE UP, YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO.
I know, I know.
Can't you see what I've already done? Can't you feel the way my heart has pushed against the world? Haven't I tried to shift possibility, experience, and truth?
Have I done enough? Will I ever do enough?
Right now, I need to close my eyes and count my breaths. I need to sit deep in the woods. I need to fill bowls with honey and cream and leave them as offerings. I need to remember that what I invite needs to feel welcome. I need to worship and pray and light the incense that needs to be lit.
That's how the magick gets in.
Breathe it in.
I need to step into myself.
I am my daily practice. I am my promise of stars and moons, as they move across the sky and back again.
I am the whisper in my own ear that says, "Breathe, baby, breathe."
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
I come back to myself. I open my eyes and know how to be in my body again.
PS - How do you renew?
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep." ~ Rumi
I haven't been able to sleep in weeks. For those who know me well, you know this is unusual.
Very. I can sleep in cars, on planes, on the floor, on the couch, in a chair, on the ground, and any other place where it would be safe for me to sleep for even a few minutes.
But right now, my eyes are open long after midnight.
I don't say this to be dramatic. I share this because I know I'm not the only one who has felt, well, different lately. There's something brewing in the air, in the cosmos, in the stars, in the moon, in the interactions, in the dreams, in the whispers...
Something is happening. Can you feel it too?
When I stop sleeping, it often means I'm on the verge of a great idea. I'm on the verge of creating something, and inspiration just doesn't want me to sleep.
But what do you do when inspiration won't leave you alone? What happens when you have to attend to other things (ahem, bill-paying work)?
I keep a notepad handy and write down every single idea that jumps into my brain.
I sing songs to my muse(s).
I light incense in gratitude and to beckon the creative spark to return.
I write blogs.
While I can't always sit down and lose myself in the flow, I can encourage it to return. I can promise to make space for creation. For mystery.
Even for five minutes.
Tap, tap, tap.
What do you do when inspiration wants your attention?