Sometimes I like to stare off like when I was a kid. To be true, I don't know that I ever stopped this past-time; the daydream.
Staring at the way the grains that run through a piece of wood paneling and seeing faces and figures within the patterns. Staring at the stucco on the ceiling and creating a painting within all of the specs. Watching the way the leaves dance and sway at the tops of the trees and feeling them breathe with the winds.
Making it all up as I go along. I don't think I have ever truly been bored. My imagination has always served me well.
It's somewhere I like to visit. This powerful and cathartic therapy of mine. Writing.
I was looking through last year's poetry and I had originally thought there was just a simple album containing a handful of prose I had placed intentionally as my own sort of project to share. Then I started looking through pictures on my timeline and other albums and found out I was completely mistaken. I share a lot of poetry and what I had thought was lost to me, never really ever left me. I just wasn't recognizing it somehow.
So this musing I found from July, it was a moment where I watched a droplet with full intent and then allowed.
Like the drop, I swell and burst and repeat. I'm pretty sure we all do to some degree.
In the tub, staring at the faucet as I soak.
I watch a drop of water form,
It fills and swells itself and for so long it just hangs there in the balance.
Hangs there begging to drop, hangs there wondering what it will be like to fall into the pool of plenty.
Wondering if it will lose itself in it all.
Does it even stand a chance?
Will it lose anything in the fall, in the joining?
I've given this drop character and still it hangs, belly full and round and almost quivering for the descent.
I'm holding my breath, waiting...excited for it.
For this lone moment for me is what we all have felt at one point, have we not?
The drop descends and meets the collective until the next time it's called to be a drop again.
Need to get those creative juices flowing?
When I need to gain inspiration, I do a few different things. Some days I just wake up inspired and can't stop. Other days, I need to spark and stoke the fires.
Whether I take a long hot bath with some ylang-ylang, sage or cedar. Or play in the garden or with the kids. Singing or listening to music, reading something that strikes me the right way. World events, a conversation, overheard words from passers-by. Whether I need to smudge or set the mood with some essential oils in the diffuser. I have many methods.
Most do involve smell for me though. I can open a bottle of frankincense and get lost in that smell I can take a deep breath and find my centre where the good stuff flows from.
Recently, my doTERRA go-to and good friend Marlene introduced me to a blend that truly sets the mood to inspire! Contact me for more information.
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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Your medicine is in the woods.
Your pharmacy is in your kitchen.