Exploring deeper connections.
We’re dipping into darkness. The branches are going bare. And in the dead of the night, the train’s horn is louder than ever. Sounds travel quicker and farther through the hollowed out trees. Across the barren landscape, we can see farther than we ever had before. Until the days get longer, the sun gets brighter, and what once lay visible in the darkest of days becomes shaded by growth, from bright summer rays.
Our hearts have a rhythm… a beat. And while there is a healthy baseline for the human tempo, we all carry slight variations.
Our thoughts and feelings play the heart like an instrument, setting the tempo and the frequency it emits. On one hand we know that the heart keeps us going. But on the other it’s easily forgotten that the beat of our heart also shapes the path our journey takes.
The energy we emit, the quality of our relationships, the love we’re able to give, and the masterpieces we’re able to create all stem from that central place within and the sounds that come from it.
Our lives are songs waiting to be written, and as artists we are called to wield our instruments with passion and purpose, so that we may play a tune that upholds the great uni-verse, the eternal song, that we are all part of.
Time seems to fly by, but where is it going?
On one hand it feels like we leave the moments in our wake, as if the years, days and minutes of our lives are back there, lined up behind us.
Yet time and time again, similar situations re-present themselves. Fashions come back in style, the seasons return, the sun rises again, and we wake another day to face new challenges in different forms. In this sense, it’s as if time is moving in one big circle.
So is time linear or circular? Perhaps it is both, like a big 3D spiral or vortex. On one hand we seem to be moving forward towards our final destination, yet on another, it’s as if we’re swirling around that point over and over again, becoming more and more intimate with it as the spiral tightens…
…time spinning faster and faster, until finally, time itself collapses in on itself, and we are left with no other choice, but to slip into the resulting hole and rest in the timelessness of our souls.
Tension and compression… somewhere in-between the answer lay.
If life were a thread, one too taught would be boring and straight, perhaps too stressed or just monotone, with no ups and downs or variety of emotions or experience. On the other hand, one with too much slack would be a big jumbled mess. No direction, no meaning, just random chaos throughout the body and mind.
So rather than be too tight or too scrunched, a beautiful life might look mildly loose and wavy. Fluxing between states of activity and rest, creativity and contemplation, aspiration and meditation.
It’s a journey after all, and how meaningful would the story be if there was no winding thread to follow?
“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.” - Pablo Picasso. Life is a stream of journeys, a series of goings and comings through which our minds are refined and bodies purified. Each new experience revealing something deeper about the nature of our being, and the potential of our souls. It’s a universal theme, this notion that we all have something special laying within us - a passion, a skill, a dream, or simply something to serve. Waiting to be discovered, and destined to be shared with the world. The adventure is perpetually calling. The question is… are we listening?
We’re all so unique – different upbringings, accents, experiences and styles. We all have our own story, and that point of difference is also our point of connection.
All coming from somewhere, and going some place else. All with a hope or dream, or at least some desire we’re after, and the inevitable obstacles that seemingly lay in the way of our destination.
The morals and themes of our narratives are different, but they all share the same arc. A fundamental pattern to the nature of existence. The origin, rise, fall and rise again. A wiggling line, wavering up and down, missing the mark time and time again, until it doesn’t, and the old ways upend.
Only to live on in the hearts and minds of those who watched and listened to our tragedies and triumphs, while our souls begin again, on the journey with no end.
I look to the sky and see the journey of the sun, making its way along the ecliptic. Moving through Virgo and into Libra, Scorpio and then Saggitarius. The path isn’t clear to the naked eye, looking at the sun rise and fall day to day. But the work has been put in over the ages to identify the subtle ways in which the sun shifts its location in the sky depending on where the Earth is at a particular point in time. It’s a wave-like journey, the ecliptic that is. Rising and falling through the archetypes of the Zodiac. Telling a story of the qualities of the universe, manifested through the astrological energies we call the signs. Tethering together the expressions of nature into a continuously repeating cycle of time and life, serving as a reflection of our own journeys of mind, body and soul, composing the fabric of a universal being.