I woke up this morning with my kitty curled up in a ball, purring on my bed. My thoughts of course went to that sad place, as I know they will for a while yet, but I tried to change their direction. I pet the soft fur of the kitty and felt grateful. And that one bit of gratitude flooded in and reminded me of all the myriad of things I am grateful for. Almost automatically I began to count my blessings. It occurred to me, that perhaps this is a key element to this "fire of love" I'm trying to figure out. Gratitude obviously is a main source of kindling.
And then I remembered my mantra: "Creativity is essential, not inevitable." I remember what Terri says about using creativity to keep our hearts open. And the phrase crept in, "the fires of creation." Ahh....that makes sense. It was really more of a "doh!" because it seems kinda obvious. I'm just musing on all this for the moment...but I'm thinking Love isn't a fire at all. Love is something altogether different and bigger. But in order for the love to flow freely there needs to be the right kind of fire. A creative fire, fueled by gratitude and wonder and shimmering in rainbow colors, burning blues and greens and fluorescent pinks.
We'll see.
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