Ever want to tear down something you created and start something entirely new? A blog you wrote, a house you built, a painting you did, a photo you took, a child you birthed… kidding.
My creative fire is burning, burning, but I feel stuck.
I feel trapped in my own creation, cornered by judgement and expectation (of my own making).
I’ve thought about starting another blog. But why would I need to do that? I already have one.
When I was a kid I kept a diary and whenever I would read an entry from the previous week, month or year I would tear it out because I couldn’t bare the proof of my naivety.
This is the longest I’ve been able to bear it, but I’ve been getting that ‘tearing down’ feeling again.
Nothing stays the same. Everything changes.
So, I’m burning it all down. Figuratively.
I’ve started inviting more ritual into my life. Because thoughts are things and intentions matter.
Intentions are matter, in the process of becoming.
We are powerful creators. Sometimes in order to create, we need to tear down that which no longer serves us.
I’m surrendering it all to the fire.
Allowing everything I thought I knew to smoulder and transmute into a different energy.
Lit Up by the flames.
I don’t know where I’m going. I thought I did, but evolution moves faster than real time. I can’t keep up so I’m gonna let it burn, burn, allowing the ashes to smoulder.
I can’t maintain something which no longer exists.
I can’t try to create something either, I have to allow that which wants to be created through me.
Prepare the space for the unfolding. Release control.
Allow. Breathe. Relax.
Throw it all into the cosmic fire.
Let it burn to the ground.
Destruction, rebirth, repeat.
Nothing in the past exists.
Every moment is virginal.
This breath is the first breath.
And so it begins… again.