We stayed at home to write,
to consolidate our outstretched selves.
--Sylvia Plath
I slip out of bed, careful not to wake my baby girl. The
fan whirs warm Mexican heat, gently ruffling the mosquito net and making just
enough noise to let me move without a sound. My bare feet step down onto the
cool hand-carved tiles while my eyes adjust to the dark. I walk to the
kitchen…
to find my favorite coconut bowl
and my favorite chocolate chips.
And their best friends—
salted peanuts.
They make tinkling noises as I pour in a handful of each.
I smile. A big –eyed gecko scrambles out of hand’s way. It is almost time.
Frogs sing, the sea crashes, a confused rooster doodles his
call. I smile again. Oh, how I love my sacred time. Oh, how deeply I feel it all.
I sense things that are silent during the day. I listen to spirits and watch movies playing in my head. I speak with characters and
ride emotions up into the sky. And right there in the glow of my computer
screen I write it all down. Not everything, but as much as I can…the outlines, so that one day, a reader might color it all in. I quiver. I twirl. I feel laughter as flavor and love as color. I breathe in scented emotions from
people dancing in my imagination, from neighbors dreaming themselves more
alive.
A place to consolidate my outstretched Self. A time to visit the Divine within. Within myself. Within you. Within nature and all
that is. Sacred time. Journey into the depths time. Prayer.
When my head and heart speak in tandem they join forces to create.
I visualize their creation as a braid that grows out from my throat, a physical
point of expression—imagination, manifested. That braid isn’t just beautiful.
It’s not just for looks or even a mere symbol of what has occurred. Oh no…it is
so much more. The braid of head and heart is a pathway to the Divine. A
pathway available to us all. We can paint the threads with whatever colors we
choose. We can add sparkles and scents, emotions and dreams. We can add anything
that makes our souls sing. And the more we do, that pathway to the Divine grows smoother, easier, more delightful with every weave.
So now, a few days after I have sent my novel to a
literary agent, I sit back and wonder…is a new braid in the works? Or will I add
color to the old? When will the next movie begin to play loud enough to hear?
Will it no longer ask for chocolate chips and peanuts but mung beans and mayo
instead? What lies ahead? What moves beneath? What next will stir my soul…
And yet…none of that really matters. For I have found a
hidden treasure that will never leave my side. My imagination is my connection
to the Divine.
* * *
My wish this week is that you will ‘dare to consolidate
yourself”, that you will take the time in the midst of your chaotic days, to
let your head and heart dance together, in tandem, with nothing but a light and
airy agenda. My wish is that you honor the importance of time for your
imagination to soar. And not time for other’s imaginations to ride you along-- through
television or even books. But time for your own imagination to play. Time
for you to imagine, to give voice to the song that sings within. If not through paints or dance or sculpture or words, than with your imagination's eye, your dreams.
Create your braid. Weave your path with deep love for yourself and for
others, and watch the mystery of the Divine within each and every one of us glow a golden hue.
Then step back with me…and smile.
At the magic of it all.
6 comments:
Such a beautiful and touching post. You're absolutely right... Letting your imagination free of any restraints and truly letting your heart/head braid free to create, to reveal, to celebrate. Thank you for your words.. they hit me exactly when I needed them.
Thank you, sweet John. Your words touch me, give my heart smiles. I love how you say 'reveal', too. What a powerful word. And soo right-on!:)
You sent your novel out! Bravo!
And as for the braids, I'll think of this post every morning when I make one in my hair. :)
Brilliant and wonderful Brynne!
Divine silence. Connected to the place within, where your Soul begins, to the God within. I'm letting the inner child out to play more often:).
Thanks for sharing such a touching post.
Thank you, Tracey! Sorta still in shock that the movie plays louder for others now than it does myself:)
How sweet to think of you with a braid. You seem to take such care with all that you do.
I have missed you so. Thank you for brightening my day, dear friend. love you...:)
Divine silence...that never turns out to be that silent after we really listen no? I am smiling:)
Yay to the inner Timmy!:) Thanks for your touching comment, dear soul!
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