06 January 2011

The Rhythm

The Rhythm
~Tara Sophia Mohr~

In any creative feat
(by which I mean your work, your art, your life)
there will be downtimes.

Or so it seems.
Just as the earth is busy before the harvest
and a baby grows before its birth,
there is no silence in you.
There is no time of nothingness.

What if,
during the quiet times, when the idea flow is hushed and hard to find
you trusted (and yes I mean trusted)
that the well was filling, the waters moving?

What if you trusted
that for the rest of eternity,
without prodding, without self-discipline,
without getting over being yourself,
you would be gifted every ounce of productivity you need?
What would leave you? What would open?

And what if during the quiet times you ate great meals
and leaned back to smile at the stars,
and saw them there, as they always are,
nourishing you?

There are seasons and harvest is only a fraction of one of them.
We forget this.

There is the rhythm that made everything.
The next time you stand in the kitchen, leaning,
the next time a moment of silence catches you there,
hear it, that rhythm, and let it place a stone in your spine.
Let it bring you some place beautiful.
~
I've had a "stagnant" start to 2011 and my writing and photography have continued to suffer in the entering of the new year.

I found the poem above by Tara Mohr (click on the post title to go to her amazing site) and it spoke to my heart. It spurs in me a desire to move forward, while resting in a place of trust. To feel the natural rhythm of my own soul and believe in this period of quiet, knowing that it will produce all that I need to go forth in the direction of my dreams.

Trusting my own rhythm ...

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