As with anything that is inherently designed for expansion, the human being needs only to step into an unlimited space to allow the fullness of all that they are to unfurl. That’s it; no other work required – it just happens.
Like a king-sized feather duvet unleashed from its vacuum storage bag, we watch ourselves double, triple, quadruple in size very swiftly once the invisible sheath of habit, protocol, expectation and so-called imperative, all that self-subscribed urgency and any other source of stress that remains lingering, have been pulled away from our shoulders and slipped off over the head. Its a very personal journey to undertake and one that goes very deeply into all the many layers of us as we identify all that we have tended to perceive as limitation.
That’s what I’ve been doing these last few weeks…or, months; stepping into spaciousness and choosing to stay there, which is why – in production terms – I’ve been extraordinarily quiet.
Yet, also, really rather busy…and things that were meant to happen really happened, in the most wonderfully timely way. The BIGGEST production by far was being staged on the inside. Or should I say, the outside…where so many perceived walls were being dismantled, brick by brick.
Back into an intention of doing some ‘work’ (or I prefer ‘play’) today, my normal inclination would be to take all the goodies I’ve been gathering and apply structure such as timetables and to-do lists, devising coherent projects and forward-planning my longer term output as writer and painter in ways that ‘guarantee’ to best capitalise upon, and thus translate my experiences to others. But what if I don’t; what if I keep that spaciousness going, without strategy or planning, without trying too hard to give it edges, and just trust that whatever is meant to filter through into my work just will, whenever its ready.
What if indeed!
Back to ‘work’ today…but I have no idea what will be materialising or when; I’m going with the flow. Exactly as I’m doing with my body these days, if I feel a tension, a tug or a cramping of my style I simply move out of that position into something that feels better…keeping things soft…and it never serves me wrong.
It promises to be my greatest work so far (wink)!