I spend hours imagining what might happen next in my novel. I live in two simultaneous worlds. There’s the outer: husband, son, friends, teaching, writing groups, spiritual community, and the inner: the life of my characters, their challenges, setbacks, and growth. Both are equally alive and real to me. The novel characters remain active in my mind as I walk, shop, and visit in my daily life.
I do not look to writing for my happiness–that kind of unshakable contentment is never found in something that comes and goes. Nonetheless, writing is a passion. It’s what I must do, and one way I give back.
Is my interest in these characters a waste of precious time? Does it undermine resting in and as awareness? What is creativity, anyway? These are the puzzle pieces I’m moving around today.
© Amrita Skye Blaine
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Once again, I’m in retreat, enfolded in loving hearts, kind words, deep friendship, and expressions of truth. This is a diverse group of people pulled together by common interest. We come from all over the world: Germany, Korea, Australia, Switzerland, Britain and, of course, the US, to name a few.
Here’s a fresh take on an old acronym: ADD, Awareness Deficit Disorder*. Chuckles erupted around the room.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2018
*quote from Rupert Spira
When pointing out is kind, patient–and skillful–and, if the student* is mature, understanding one’s true nature can be readily seen. Many people think this is the “goal,” the end of story. That’s a mistaken belief.
As Rupert says, upon seeing our true nature, we begin living the implications of this understanding—an unending revelation. For some people this is a gentle, gradual process, for others, a hellava’ ride.
There is no “I’ve arrived” or “I’m done.” The tap root of the “i” has been severed; the breakdown of old patterns and tendencies unfolds in its own (put favorite expletive here) good time. This unraveling cannot be hurried, but it can be attended to. Willingness helps, resistance does not. The process deserves respect and certainly demands courage.
*I have never heard Rupert refer to retreatants as “students.” He calls us friends.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2017