Something I think is interesting...
If you have been reading my blog you'll know i'm getting ready to move back to Delaware. While I was going thru boxes, sorting out my things from my childrens things I came upon a box I didn't even know I had.
In it, I found an article I had written back in October of 1996 when I first opened up my Psychic buisness there. This was before coming back to Iowa and I totally can see the diffearnce in me compared to then. I hope you do too, so here it is:
YOU ARE BOUNDLESS LIMITLESS CREATIVE ART!
The artist sees and gives expression to the deeper inner reality that we all experience. Through his art, we are able to experience more deeply our humanity, the mysteries of existence and God-like beauty of the human spirit. The poet gives voice to what we all know, but cannot express. The artist shapes, forms and colors the sublime radiance of life.
Let them speak. But I am no artist, you may protest. Yet is your life any less a canvas because you do not paint? Is your voice any less potent because you do not give it a pen? Is your soul barren of song because you compose no notes? No, a thousand times!
Life well-lived is the greatest art of all. The art of your life is not a matter of talent. It is a matter of MOUNTING THE COURAGE TO LIVE. It's mounting the courage to SEE what you really are, to be dazzled by the Radiance that is YOU. Mounting the courage to imagine what the world could be. Mounting the courage to die a thousand deaths to LIVE one life to the fullest.
Translate the pains of hell into a new song. Lovely apparitions of possibilities as yet undreamed await those whose hands are strong and steady enough to hew away the rough walls and make their creative vision a manifest reality. Making visible the glorious inner life in the everyday world of form IS the creative process. Neurosis is but expression denied.
We can not hide and express at the same time any more than we can move forward and backward at once. We hide because we do not accept ourselves as we are. We will not admit the pains of hell, fearing we won't have the courage to traslate a new song. We hide in shame outside the Gate of Eden, invisible to ourselves, blind to others.
As all hero's before you, you must conquer the pain of hell. Open eyes will shed tears, for the world IS full of sorrow. The flames of hell reflected in wet pools of tender blaze brilliant, the light of love.
The sorrow of the world humbles and purifies all idle vanities. Look now upon the world, stripped bare, not in blank stare but gently with eyes that care.
Anyways, I just thought it was interesting that I found that during this time in my life. I found other articles as well. I use to do weekly news letters for my clients and it's amazing I found these.
Wind~