People are often intrigued by where the inspiration for these posts comes from. Sometimes I find myself inspired by a comment or an observation someone has made. Sometimes there is a wonderful phrase that spills out and sits there, sparkling, waiting for me to develop it into something more – in the same way that a craftsman takes a jewel and makes it the centrepiece of a beautiful piece of jewellery, I can take those few words and craft meaning around it.
Sometimes it comes out of something happening in my life – or in the lives of those around us. Sometimes, in the same way as an oyster creates a pearl around an irritation, I can create something worthy out of something uncomfortable that I have experienced.
Sometimes the writing comes out of joy. It bursts forth out of the happiness that is, by and large, how my life is. I see the things that light my life up, and light up the life of my friends, and write about that.
There’s a lot of beauty, and wonder, and loveliness, and joy in this world. and where there isn’t, something has gone wrong – something is out of balance.
Gabrielle Roth reminds us that:
“In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions.
When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?”
Shamanic societies are those that live close to the magic of life – close to the experience of the earth, and of living, close to the beauty that is simplicity of being. There is something of wonder and magic in living that way.
So this week, it feels good to me to explore the joy and the healing that comes from silence.from story.from singing.and from dancing.
And we’ll see where that takes us!