Inspirations: Archives

If the kaleidoscopic palate of hungry colors consumes me, I cannot feed my core. If I allow the demonic din to cloud my sight, I lose my vision. If turning to reality denies my dreams, then I naysay the soul. If I am only my molecules and not my myth then I have no future. If I am only in reaction to the revolution and not the doors to it, then my past owns me. If I listen to the whispers, I may not have to run from the shouting. Following ‘the white rabbit’ down the hole into chaos and exaggeration brings many things, not the least of which is coming up for air to choose reality. But if this reality sucks the spirit from our bones, we’d best think again. Our divineness and our humanity are such a mad mix of every hue and sound that finding the right balance within each level, each spiraling cycle, consumes an inordinate amount of energy. Perhaps it has always been thus. But today’s demands feel urgent and life threatening if we cannot find center, grow from that essential self, and serve the world. How do we do that when much of the day feels like we are unwelcome visitor’s at the Queen’s tea party… “Off with their heads!” Indeed, “Off with their head’s!” For here the heart and gut need to lead, the head to follow. We cannot move forward, deeper into the chaos, if we are not choosing to forever change. And the hole we fell into when we followed the white rabbit is nothing less than diving down into Pluto’s territory of Hades, rabbit warren of decisions; hallowed home of choice, where we adjudicate our ‘being.’ Pluto, being Pluto, is about the depth of feeling, not depth of the intellect…. Read more »