Creating a masterpiece
Today feels like a dreamy kind of day.
I woke up this morning sensing that this is a special day.
The eyes of my canine companions were already carefully watching me, conveying anticipation, wisdom and knowing.
I walked outside on the deck and the magpies were in the yard. Their message was one of teasing.
I looked into the sky and watched as the last colors of the sunrise were fading away. I felt like I was floating with the clouds across the sky.
My iPod was playing “Shamanic Dream,” from Anugama. A haunting melody.
It is also special day for my dear friends.
I decided to walk through the local cemetery.
I often find inspiration in cemeteries.
I placed a bouquet of balloons on their son’s grave, it is his birthday today.
He completed this life’s journey and now travels on to new adventures.
I looked at the other monuments and stones in the cemetery and wondered about the lives of those who had completed their life’s journey.
My own canvas is unfinished.
Each day it awaits my touch, my attention.
Sometimes I create with bright bold strokes and sometimes it is a subtle light touch.
My heart acts as my brush.
A true masterpiece comes from the heart and touches those who find themselves enveloped by it.
With each passionate touch from my heart, life takes on new meaning, and my canvas reflects that creation.
Feelings from deep within, reveal colors, subjects and style.
These feelings are activated by music, art, stories, animals or people.
Music has often been the catalyst in my life.
My library of music has grown over the years, each composition evoking a memory and feeling.
Like strings on a violin, my soul begins to vibrate in sympathetic resonance with the music.
This is transferred to my heart where it is transmuted and picked up by the brain.
My mind then interprets the feelings into words.
The native american flute is one of those instruments that places me deep in thought.
Memories of a walk in Arches National Monument a few years ago ...
... As I walked along a sandy trail surrounded by tall standing stones, I could faintly hear the sounds of a native american flute. As I followed the sound and got closer, I saw a lone man playing his flute. It was a haunting melody. I stood and listened for some time. It was beautiful. I noticed a woman far off in the distance. When the music stopped, I walked over and thanked him for his music. He told me he was self taught and would play for hours. His wife was bothered by the music and wouldn’t allow him to play at home, so he came among the Rock People to play.
Today, I felt my heart connect, it may have been the music, the sunrise, the eyes or the cemetery.
Someone or something reached into my heart and activated my feeling center.
My inspiration comes in concepts and flashes.
My human mind searches for words to express the feelings.
It is often an emotional connection.
I cheated myself early in life because I was not connected to live life passionately, in the moment.
I resisted the connection.
Gradually the connection became fainter and less frequent.
The glittering and tinkling of the outer world captured my attention.
I wanted to be like that outer world.
I lost sight of my masterpiece and allowed others to paint on my canvas.
Listening to the drone of the sensational and the bizarre desensitizes our ability to stay connected to Source Energy.
We are unable to hear the whisperings of Spirit.
Reconnecting begins when you turn off the constant chatter of the media and limit your attention to reoccurring drama.
Old friends who attempt to disconnect me are no longer part of my life.
I had to let them go, for my own spiritual well being.
Those who see you change will feel a need to pull you back into their world.
Be strong and cut the cords, strings and chains.
It will be worth your short discomfort.
...This is a special day.
Inspiration from the Master Teacher has allowed me to add a subtle touch to my canvas this day.
