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.
