I woke up this morning quite early. Around the same time we always do though. I could have gone surfing but I wanted quiet time. Alone time. Today will be surrounded by activity and people. Surfing would have been beautiful. The sun rises brightly at that destined spot but I didn't want to be exhausted. There are rocks to cross and several minutes of hard paddling before reaching the calmer waters of the "outside".  Today will demanding as is.  I want to be fully present for the course offerings and, let's be honest, I wanted time to write.  Aside from this morning, I saw no other foreseeable window. 

 

I am writing this blog entry this morning as part of my process.  Once upon a time I was playing with the exercises that were part of Artists Way.  The main exercise being to write.  To write without a filter or necessarily a purpose but to allow your brain to dump first thing in the early morning.  Diligence to that path faded many years ago.  I have found my own ways these days to inspire myself.  Often it comes after meditations.  Or the channeled pieces of the story I find myself tapping into during the day.  Yesterday I had a great insight but forgot to write it down. I still can't remember.  I have to assure myself that if it was truly important, no matter how great it seemed in the moment, it would come back to me.

 

I have a friend that once told me that she asks before she goes to bed for the Universe to answer her questions through her dreams.  I've been trying but I can't remember my dreams enough if answers were given.  I am inspired by the Soul Art Journey I took on International Soul Art Day but it takes a long time, that process.  So this morning I will write.  I know the direction.  I will be quiet and observant and hope a little bird (or perhaps my power animal) can show up to guide or even inspire.

I woke up this morning quite early. Around the same time we always do though. I could have gone surfing but I wanted quiet time. Alone time. Today will be surrounded by activity and people. Surfing would have been beautiful. The sun rises brightly at that destined spot but I didn't want to be exhausted. There are rocks to cross and several minutes of hard paddling before reaching the calmer waters of the "outside".  Today will demanding as is.  I want to be fully present for the course offerings and, let's be honest, I wanted time to write.  Aside from this morning, I saw no other foreseeable window. 

I am writing this blog entry this morning as part of my process.  Once upon a time I was playing with the exercises that were part of Artists Way.  The main exercise being to write.  To write without a filter or necessarily a purpose but to allow your brain to dump first thing in the early morning.  Diligence to that path faded many years ago.  I have found my own ways these days to inspire myself.  Often it comes after meditations.  Or the channeled pieces of the story I find myself tapping into during the day.  Yesterday I had a great insight but forgot to write it down. I still can't remember.  I have to assure myself that if it was truly important, no matter how great it seemed in the moment, it would come back to me.

I have a friend that once told me that she asks before she goes to bed for the Universe to answer her questions through her dreams.  I've been trying but I can't remember my dreams enough if answers were given.  I am inspired by the Soul Art Journey I took on International Soul Art Day but it takes a long time, that process.  So this morning I will write.  I know the direction.  I will be quiet and observant and hope a little bird (or perhaps my power animal) can show up to guide or even inspire.

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