An Invitation Part 2

Fall always seems to be a time of renewal for me.  Maybe its the cool, crisp air that jump starts my creative juices but whatever it is my creativity does seem to flow a little more easily during this time.  Over the past six weeks or so I've found myself writing a lot and my writings seem to have a common theme--brokenness, shattered pieces, cracks, tears, rips, and the hope, possibility, promises and new beginnings that can be found when everything falls apart.  I find myself writing about opening the self, being real and true, and offering our humanity as a gift by allowing others to enter our humanness.  Touching our humanness and allowing others to share in that is one of the ways in which we can truly learn to be.

I've been challenging myself to write a poem a day, even if its a bad poem.  Last Friday during my lunch hour I wrote the little piece in the previous post.  Immediately after finishing it I cracked open my copy of Susan Woodridge's new book on creativity called Fools Gold.  It was one of those times when the perfect words came at exactly the right moment and seemed to tie everything together in a nice pink bow.  What I read in the pages of Fools Gold rang with the same ideas I've been writing about, the idea of brokenness and humanness, possibility and promise, and why there seems to be an urgency to write my way deeper into it in order to discover more of what I need to know about what lies inside and wants to be expressed.

According to Daniel Matt in the Essential Kabbalah, sometimes a person can't comprehend his or her true nature "unless he is completely shattered and then repaired through desire to return to the limitless source." 

If you express what is inside you, what is inside you will save you.  If you don't express what is inside you, what is inside you can kill you.--Gospel of St. Thomas