look closer

ha. so my brother has been reading the preacher. well whaddya know? and that it should be wee ben, glenn hansard's most sincere fan, who introduced me to it only adds to the splendidness of the synchronicity. beautiful.

pay attention and it's happening everywhere.

i hope wherever you are that you get to see the face of the full moon in all its melancholy and infinite sadness - it's like a torch beam in the clear sky over belfast tonight.

i don't know whether it's the arrival of my new spring/summer coat - jude, you will LOVE it sweetie, SO much - or an amazing 50 minutes of level 6 communication (level 5 but with breathtaking insightfulness breaking through every crack to cast healing light upon persistant questions) with sigmund over my sketch pad scratchings that left me affirmed and inspired, or reading the first few essays of julia cameron's wisdom, which left me feeling free enough to write in the moment earlier tonight (see previous posting below) and wanting to write more until i my fingers bleed, or telling jayne about l'isle sur la sorgue and the evocativeness of how we spend our days there... but something tonight is making my heart sing... when i step through my back door into the kitchen i reach out my hand in the darkness to feel for, and switch on, a socket on the wall...this simple act causes fairy lights to twinkle above me and the stereo to start playing... this week it's been takk. this is how i am welcomed home each night... but tonight, for the first time in a while, this was not needed to invoke a mood but merely reflects how i am feeling... touched by a simple grace of the smallest moments...i feel alert...

"For most of us, the seductive and unstated part of, "if i had enough time" is the unstated sentence, "to hear myself think". in other words, we imagine that if we had time we would quiet our more shallow selves and listen to a deeper flow of inspiration... this is a myth that let's us off the hook - if i wait for enough time to listen , i don't have to listen now, i don't have to take responsibility for being available for what is trying to bubble up today... if we learn to write from the sheer love of writing, there is always enough time, but time must be stolen like a quick kiss between lovers on the run. as a shrewd woman once told me, "the busiest and most important man can always find time for you if he's in love with you, and if he can't, then he's not in love." when we love our writing, we find time for it. the trick then with finding writing time, is to write from love and not with an eye to product. don't try to write something perfect; just write. don't try to write the whole megillah; just start the whole megillah. taking the time to write in our lives gives us the time of our lives. as we describe our environments, we begin to savour them. even the most rushed and pell-mell life begins to take on the patina of being cherished."

- Julia Cameron, ::the right to write::

my instinct says we can replace ::write:: with ::create :: in those lines and it all stands, whatever our medium...painter, photographer, graffitor, cartoonist, musician...

there is not a single unconnected thread under the sky...and so much beauty in it all, making the moon's heart break...

LB, x