Prompt: What Triggers Your Inspiration?
How Source Moves Through Us
A beloved and familiar nudge between the shoulder blades.
A wordless whisper of “do it now,” setting hands in motion.
Not the mind, never the mind. Never you mind, only make it so.
Soundless whispers between the worlds.
Words waft gently through the experience of surrendered touch.
Keys clicking, pen shifting, what will come through now, this night or this day?
Words are a gift best wielded light-ly. Humorous light, cosmic light, day-to-day lightness of the doing and being of little things, light of and between the many worlds. Only we can say, whisper or wail.
As we express, so shall our experience be.
Harsh berating horror never intended to be heard, wields only cacophony in its turbulent wake. When will we wake? When were words ever enough? Are they always enough? If my word is my wand, how well have I wielded its magic?
A word is a thought, an impulse made manifest. Impulse begets thought, and thought begets things.Things reflect intention as well as the impulse that so created.
It is in the being that we change. Change is a choice we make whole or half heartedly. Do we play at words or employ them to dance with decision? The choice is our own, each in our own way. Are we in our own way? Change is a choice. Having chosen, commitment paves the road ahead.
The only price is attention. It is one we all must pay.
Thanks to Jean Carfantan for the prompt. May you be happily and gracefully triggered all your days.
