Don’t hold back, your inspiration is the medicine we need

No holding back at Trentham Falls, Trentham, Victoria

No holding back at Trentham Falls, Trentham, Victoria

Out of nowhere, inspiration flares as you receive an idea about something to write, paint, create, dance, make.  It lights you up as excitement and possibility surge through your body.

Then one of two things happen:

  1. Your mind interrupts the flow with all the reasons of why it is a stupid idea:

    It’s unoriginal, a waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of money;
    It won’t lead anywhere or to anything;
    No one will be interested in it;


    OR

2.     Some other part of your life gets in the way. 

Maybe the inspiration comes inconveniently in the middle of a busy work day, or at 3 am in the morning when you are desperate to get back to sleep because of your unrelenting work schedule, or the kids are crying or you are doing the 4th pile of washing for the day with another 4 to go.

Or maybe you just feel tired and like you have no energy to give anything than sitting in front of the TV or scrolling through social media.

Your inspired idea is cast aside, ignored, forgotten and shut down.

And so nothing in your life changes except maybe you feel a growing sense of dissatisfaction or disappointment and perhaps you don’t know why.

You must nurture your inspiration.  It is the medicine you need, and the medicine we need.

Inspiration is contagious, for yourself and others.

A couple of weeks ago my friend, Tara Mullarkey posted a poem on her FaceBook page about the wild feminine heart...

This poem spoke straight to my wild feminine heart and after I read it I felt inspired words bubbling up inside me so I grabbed my phone and wrote the stream of inspired words straight into Notes.  I didn’t finish it or post it right away because dot point 2 some other part of my life got in the way, in this case work and pre-arranged social commitments. But I didn’t let my inspiration go. I nurtured it: re-reading my poem, dreaming into the heart of its message  so it could continue to take shape, refining it when I had a couple of minutes to spare, until I was able to bring it to completion and post it. 

The poem I wrote was Something Intelligent and Creative Wants to Be Lived Through You.

If Tara had held back her inspiration, then I might never have written my poem or been inspired to write this post. 

You never know who your creativity, love and spirit will touch in this world. 

Don’t hold it back. Please. Light up, dear one. Light up.

We need a world where people have come alive, living inspired lives, inspiring the lives of others and your inspiration is medicine for a tired and tamed world.

With love and courage,

Kym
xx

Something intelligent and creative wants to be lived through you

 

The vision you have for your life today may change tomorrow

such is the creative nature of life.

We vision.

We surrender.

Allowing the current emerging here and now to guide us into our next step

even if it's not a step we want to take.

Life is about much more than mere likes and dislikes

especially when it's for your highest good.

Something intelligent and creative wants to be lived through you.

Give up the struggle.

Allow it.

 

With love and courage,

Kym
xx

Amazing things happen beneath the surface

Dense grey clouds carpet the sky blocking the sun from view. It’s not yet 2pm but it feels like dusk and it’s getting darker, as the rain begins to fall. The soggy leaves at the end of the driveway I was going to rake and shovel will wait another day.

Only a week ago, I returned from the Maldives where I visited my beloved who is currently based there working on a scuba diving liveaboard boat, guiding guests through the magic of the underwater world, sharing his knowledge and passion of the aquatic world.

It was the first time I dived with him and he taught me so much by how he dived and guided us to the right place to see what we wanted to see without scaring the creatures away. We had schools of eagle rays drift right in front of us as well grey reef sharks and white tip reef sharks circling close by. It was incredible. 

Since my return, I have felt a strong pull inward as if I was a blooming red rose going back in time to become a germinating seed once again.

I have no inner movement, no urge to pick up my studies or pick up from where I left off or to be social, go out, or do very much at all. 

I trust this process and the transformation it will bring, even if occasionally I wonder what will happen if I never feel the urge to pick up my counseling studies again (as I am halfway through my final year.) It’s just a thought I let sail on by.

Over the course of this year, alongside my counselling studies I have also been learning about the women’s mysteries. For a long time I have written about ebbs and flows and following currents and tides from my personal experience. I have regularly used process work in my personal therapy over the last 5 years. Now I have a greater understanding of how my personal cycle fits within the season and lunar cycles and greater flow of life.

We are just past the winter solstice here in the southern hemisphere. I am a handful of days away from my monthly bleeding time. I am writing this when it feels like dusk.  Everything is pointing inward, towards winding down,  going underground into the dark to sleep and dream. Yet at the same time we are also approaching full moon, and so my inner processes are heightened leading up to bleeding and the period letting go.

Amazing things happen beneath the surface.

Amazing things happen when we follow our inner guidance, inspiration, intuition even if that guidance is to be still and do nothing.

Just writing this blog on the spur of the moment has brought inspiration and insight to the questions I am contemplating and that have lead me inward. Now I trust my inner process even more.

The world we live in is one of connectivity, constant busyness and activity and work and achievement but we don’t have to live that way unless we choose to.

Just stop even if it is for one moment.
Take your attention inside.
Listen within.
Feel into your body for what moves or guides you.
Trust that.
Follow that.


With love and courage

Kym
xx

Nothing about you is broken

 

"You are the most magical creature," he says.
My brows furrow thoughtfully
and I tilt my head to the left side
as I contemplate his words,
simultaneously strange and alluring.

Then the animal that dwells
invisibly beneath my skin
arches her back,
and stretches out her long limbs
as she wakes from her stunned slumber.

Slowly I begin to remember
that who I am is not this body
but this wild essence
that may be temporarily contained
but never tamed.

Never underestimate the power of being seen
for who you truly are and not what you appear.

Never underestimate the healing gift you offer
in seeing the true heart of another,
beyond the illusion of their words
and the masks of their hurts and graces.

This gift touches the untouchable.
This gift points to what is real
and helps the sleeping one awaken
from the false stories she has told,
been told
and believed all her life.

There is nothing about you that is broken
and everything about you is beautiful and enough. 

With love and courage,
Kym
xx

 

This wise nature that heals...

I came to the sea to just be.

To let the wild wind carry away all the stressful thoughts about not being able to get everything done, not knowing enough, my fear of failing and the invisible implications of not getting it right.

I roared with the wind.

I followed the dogs running excitedly along the wet sand and shook it all off.

I melted into the space of the sky and the depth of the sea.

I felt the sand beneath my feet.

I remembered through my body just how much I am supported in this life.

By the time I was ready to go home, I was already home...

back in the strength and depth of my being.

I felt clear and strong and knowing and grateful for this wise nature that heals.

Asking for inspiration and showing up

It’s 5.43am. Between the gap in curtains the slate grey pre-dusk light mingles with the dark amber glow of the fluorescent street light. A deep silence fills my bedroom, the house, the immediate world around me. But in the distance I can hear a stream of traffic on the freeway already.

I’m not an early riser but this morning, I can’t get back to sleep and my usual tactic of lying still and ignoring my state of sleeplessness until I fall asleep again is not working.

This morning I feel the pull the to get up and write, a pull I haven’t really felt for some months: my blog has remained frozen in time and my newsletters have fallen into silence.

My outer life has been busy in changing ways. My beloved was here with me then I was sick with bronchitis for a month. I am deep in the midst of my final year of studying for my diploma in holistic counseling. Work. Time with loved ones and supporting one through personal crisis then supporting myself through my own grief and sadness of witnessing his suffering. In the gaps in between all of this, there is my beloved silence that I sit in. A space where there is no words.

This sounds like a list of excuses for not writing. It is and it isn’t. I have not felt inspired to write but I haven’t asked for it either.

I remember when I was a little girl sitting at the dining table, desperately wanting another serving of Christmas dinner but not speaking a word. My Nana eventually noticed and said, “You have to ask for what you want.”

I remember the day I walked from Laon to Corbeny in France on the Via Francigena: walking past the woodlands hearing the occasional gunshot and praying that the animals were safe, I wondered why I had no inspiration to write. The response was instant: “Because you haven’t asked,” said the quiet little voice of wisdom within.

Yesterday afternoon I returned to my journal to dream into my work as a counselor and how my writing, my blog and my newsletter form part of this dreaming. I asked for guidance and inspiration. So here I am.

Asking for inspiration is only one part of the equation. Showing up and taking action even when you don’t know where it’s going is the rest, and maybe the most important part.

So here I am—trusting and unquestioning, and willing to see what unfolds.

With love and courage to turn up,

 

Not just one way

"Freedom is the oxygen of the soul" ~Moshe Dayan
 
 

Once again the silence and stillness wraps around.
No impulse to move or to speak,
only be here now amidst the rapture of breath.

Again I have broken the vow I made to myself
only now to ask:

who is the one that demands that I am consistent and why?

Repetition and consistency may be the way of an industrialised world
but my true essence is wild and free.

So why do I try and tame what wants to flow like a river?

There are countless ways to show up in the world each day.
Not just one.
Not just one.