Often God shuts a door in our face, And then subsequently opens the door through which we need to go. CATHERINE MARSHALL.
I am the running brook that soothes your soul.
I do not put in long hours at the keys – or very seldom. Instead, I snatch time. I write in the crannies of my life.
Chief among these changes will be the triggering of synchronicity: we change and the universe furthers and expands that change. I have an irreverent shorthand for this that I keep taped to my writing desk: “Leap, and the net will appear.
The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! LOUISE BOGAN.
Today, I stand firm in my own worthiness. My dignity is solid and enduring. My faith is the rock on which I build my life. I dare to risk and I risk my daring. I am large enough to survive my losses and enjoy my gains.
Grab for time to write instead of wait for time.
Mulling on the page is an artless art form. It is fooling around. It is doodling. It is the way that ideas slowly take shape and form until they are ready to help us see the light. All too often, we try to push, pull, outline, and control our ideas instead of letting them grow organically. The creative process is a process of surrender, not control.
Creativity lives in paradox: serious art is born from serious play.
I am the great comforter. I bring you solace, understanding, and hope. In times of despair, hope is what you have abandoned.
When we make time to write, we can do it anytime, anywhere.
I will clear for you a way and a path. Stay close to me. I hold the lantern, dispelling your anxiety. I am your chosen path.
Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies. – MOTHER TERESA.
Today, I comfort my threatened heart. I affirm my safety in times of change. I accept the comfort of spiritual sunlight. I am warmed by the truth that I am loved and protected even in the midst of chaotic change. Despite my shock, I survey my new spiritual surroundings with a sense of possibility.
Today, I am flexible and evolutionary. I am a meadow with varied seasons and wealth in each one. I am blessed with abundance and I am abundant in the blessings that I offer to others. The right to change is a blessing that I offer to my friends. We are miners striking new ore at every depth.
Today, I welcome the winds of change. Today I cooperate with the new experiences coming to my soul.
Unfold your days with me and lose your sense of panic and loss. This earth is abundant. It holds joy for you, and contentment. Bring me your restless heart. Allow me to gentle your soul.
Optimism is a practiced choice.
Writing goes much better when we don’t work at it so much. When we give ourselves permission to just hang out on the page.