An Excerpt...

...from my personal journal...

It's been a week since I wrote to myself.  Probably a little too long.  A meditation by water keeps me centered and strong. I gaze at the Columbia, wondering if my urges are wrong.  I keep rhyming like I'm writing a song.  The depth, the hole, the emptiness in my soul.. absence is presence, readiness for essence.  The void is there to fill, to be still is to be ready. 
Silencing the mind is difficult.  There is always a thought, even when I seek to observe what is before me I put words to it.  Not focusing on specifics, taking in the whole picture, that is the goal and breathing helps.  Paying attention to the flow of the breath. Yet before I dive in again I want to pose a question to the universe.  What question is most important right now?  How about... How can I bring my soul into my art?

Find your heart and your happiness.... 

Well... my heart is inside me, literally and figuratively. From what I've come to understand about happiness it also emanates from within.  It is born out of contentment and acceptance of things as they are.  Today's meditation has been all about accepting myself. Accepting where I am in life.  Accepting that events will unfold however they do.  There is no need for control.  The interplay of chaos and order is the essence of life.  I can actively engage, passively watch or fluctuate between the two.  Right now I think engaging will be good.   Engaging in art, engaging in thought.   Just have to remember to take enough breaks, pause and reflect when the time is right.  It's the dance of life yeah? Finding the rhythm of push and pull, of engaging and releasing.  I'm not interested in forcing, I'd like to flow.   Destruction over stagnation, but the real goal is re-creation.