As I continue the details of
transitioning from predictable rhythms in a known profession into the obscured
opportunities of the desired vocation, I enlist the encouragement and wisdom
from those I trust. Leaping into a dream
is much like watching a game from the sidelines; the simple act of stepping
onto the field forever changes the point of view, and we call that making
it real. No longer commenting on
others efforts or the fabricated ‘what if’ it is now a case of participant; budged
from inert.
What
makes creative venture such a thrill is by the nature of its risk.
The risk, undetermined outcome, brings
to surface the fundamentals of our living conditions. As elementary as that may sound, change
shaves the veneer off of the comfortable so that we can free the sweet smell of
the raw wood underneath. Here I am.
Not what I’ve acquired, earned, or
constructed. Naked as the day I arrived.
Now, arrest the need to identify who I am by the past and step up to the
microphone and tell who I think I am.
Yikes the actual!
I’ve heard the bell tingle so rarely I almost forgotten its appeal. The world of our attention can be corrupted
by meaningless demands; distilling the vibrancy of creative romantic
fantasy. When seen it can soften, or for
some, incite fearful resistance. If we
should question the direction would we then qualify our methods? Yet at the
core of each heart desire’s remains the sentiment for tender.
Remnant to any victory by struggle lies the longing for magical
transformation through competition; from conflict into nurturing and
cherishing. Our shared desire to feed
the heart is never-ending, and for the brave, brash and bold; all consuming.
What I have before me is this gift
of introduction. If I were to be
deceptive, might I seduce my journey
into the unknown with tarry? No, you are
not free to be a spectator in your life, so cast away conditioned response of delay in such a divine challenge as claiming
your birthright freedoms. Depart from
the illusion that someone else carries permission or punishment to be melded
out as consequence for a plan that goes unexpectedly askew from a desired
destination.
The task at hand is to grow
reassurance in a notion as if to invoke incanting spell; a romantic conjuring,
in a sacred moment of open allowance.
The blue-white brilliant lightning bolt strikes, shattering the
restrictive mental shackles as liberation of hesitation burst onto the scene into
its full glory.
Words have power ~ as mind provides
wings.
Then eager hearts go flying
As the spirit
recalls ~ sing
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