I flew in this morning after taking my youngest to school. The mental note I made last night was “You have to start with the laundry early in the morning!” It was accompanied by reinforcement admonishments to stay off the blog, avoid watching You tube lectures and be sure to apply all the time management rules to avoid distractions. Well, I have only one response which I pinch from the youth … LOL – Laugh out Loud! Here I am on the blog and much like a rebellious teenager on social media networking when they are suppose to be studying, I am feeling mischievous and somewhat rebellious. A most wonderful way to access the creative side!
The craziest part of this post is that I have no idea what I am going to write about. I have no great insight and no deep struggle I am working through. It is just a very average time between the week that has gone and the weekend ahead. Without my obvious promptings I myself am wondering – why am I being summoned here in what feels like a free writing exercise with no clear goal at all? The question is even more intriguing because there are days when I have a collection of apparently meaningful prompts and I just never get to blog it.
I do not have to think too much about it though. I know what calls me here and as the awareness comes to light I realise what the intention for this post is. What called me to the writing desk is not a prompting of a subject or question but a prompting of my soul for a little space and a time to be. In the time between the week that has gone by and the weekend that is to come (and the laundry that awaits) there was a deep yearning to be. The many obligations of the week had me running from pillar to post. I am sure you can identify with that. The weekend will be filled with family time and the pressures of pre-exam preparation for the children. I celebrate with deep gratitude the change of pace of the weekend and the blessings of joy and fellowship it brings as family and friends gather in our home. For the empath, creative, spiritualist, highly sensitive person this can also be quite a hair raising time. A time of so much merriment that makes us forget about the need for solitude to maintain our sense of equilibrium.
The beckoning to the writing desk which overlooks my garden-bird sanctuary is an intuitive call of the soul to come away for just a little while. A time to sit in silence and observe the turtle doves at the birdbath. A time to create and allow the voice inside a moment of expression. A time to step into my picture of bliss and my imaginings of what peacefulness looks and feels like. This is it! This is what it feels like for me .. ahhh! Taking this moment in the time between to be still and create is a moment of deep rest for me. Perhaps for you it does not involve writing but painting. For another there may not be a bird sanctuary but a meditation with Tibetan singing bowls. What matters most is that we hear the beckoning of the creative, intuitive, inner self to come away and to step into the picture of what peacefulness looks like and feels like.
We may not have all the resources or the finances to create that picture. My writing desk looks nothing like the beautiful cover picture of this post. That is my dream. The desk I actually use is a makeshift structure of loose boards on two stacker draw units. The garden and the birds are real but it was created from odd bits I collected at the garden refuse dump. The birds, well I think they come for the seeds and to manifest my deep desire for their presence. With Aphrodite being one of my archetypes it follows that I have sparrows to entertain me. (Sparrows were considered to be the favourite pet of the Goddess)
I share this with you because I am aware that most of us do not always fill our peaceful spaces and creative areas with things that are meaningful to us. Most often we’ve seen the interior decorating trend which is nothing but someone’s imagining of what beautiful could be or worse – what we are told to accept as beautiful. Deeply connected to the teachings of Carl Jung I realise how much my archetypes play a role in my life and so my spaces are filled with things that speak to those aspects of my grandest self. Question: Who represents the grandest version of yourself? Tip: Try to imagine mythological, fantasy and timeless heroes and heroines. These will help you discover your archetypes. They are not idols and we do not worship them. I don’t believe Aphrodite ever existed but her character and her stories embody some of the grand imaginings of men and women. My other archetypes include the Wise Woman like Grandmother Willow in Pocahontas and so the theme song Colours of the Wind conjures up a very grand version of me. For good measure, I have a male archetype of the Alchemist too. These characters inspire me and bring out the best of the best of me. Who does that for you? My places of inspiration are filled with things that inspire my soul rather than suit the fashion trend.
A memory of the waiting laundry just flitted through … LOL!
It helps to have your your picture to be at least somewhat attainable so that you can step into elements of it if not all of it. If peaceful soul time is to be sailing into the sunset on a magnificent cruise ship it may be a little hard to step into it. I have a theory that when the picture is truly a desire of the soul and not the ego (with all its demands) we will find it quite easy to create the picture. Distinguish between the picture that will support the soul’s desires and the picture that feeds the cravings of the ego. Creating an attainable picture enables you to have easy access to physical spaces that are aligned to the emotional and spiritual spaces you desire to experience. They act as portals that can instantaneously transport you to realms in which your soul can find the relief, restoration,and expression it is calling for. I just ended up on a magical trip remembering my grandest self as a Goddess of Love and Beauty, a Wise Woman who can paint with all the colours of the wind and an Alchemist with the Midas touch. All this because a makeshift desk and a bird sanctuary, created from discarded treasures, provide me with a portal to a realm where I can step into peace. Just like the Wardrobe in Narnia allows the children to step into a timeless world where they experience themselves as kings and queens with unlimited potential, so our peaceful spaces act as portals to realms that enable us to do the same.
At some point we find the wardrobe again. We look back at the world of the soul with a smile and come back to the here and now with joy in our hearts. With this joy in my heart, I close this post, giving thanks for the portal and the moments in the timeless world of the soul. I am smiling as I leave to go do the laundry …