In the practice of creative meditation and creating itself,
It helps to engage the brain to keep that thinking space out of consciousness so that the hands the heart and the intuition can meld to create what can only come from this unique space now.
In order to have that brain space,
That thinking space,
Disengage from the process,
The analysis,
And judgment of my creative expression,
I like to give myself a thought bubble,
As I call it.
A quote,
A pithy line,
Something that makes me think and tells my brain it's safe,
It's doing its job,
Let the rest of us come out here and play.
This creative meditation is one of three thought bubble creative meditations.
It is where I will read to you several quotes to keep you engaged in the process of creating with your mental space set aside.
Busy chewing on these contemplative quotes.
I'll begin with one from Thomas Merton.
I'm deeply moved by the meaning of this strange life.
Here I am in the middle of it.
I know I have not been truly faithful to it in many ways.
I have evaded it.
Yet who can say what its real demands are other than the one who must meet them?
Mary Oliver.
And then I feel the sun itself as it blazes over the hills like a million flowers on fire.
Clearly I am not needed yet.
I feel myself turning into something of inexplicable value.
And here's just a simple one-liner if you'd like to hold it in your brain space.
Exercise a wider choice in my source of inspiration.
And I use that line to start the next which is a poem.
Exercise a wider choice in my source of inspiration.
Merton said.
I still have a choice.
Merton said.
I steal his words and put them to work in my life as into the yard I step.
From the fog damp doorway.
Peak as I must into the almost dawn morning.
Birds I know no names for singing harmonized tunes.
Awakening tufts of grass and delicate spindles of garden growth I touch these.
Miracles popping from the fresh soil while carrying my shears.
Snip go the dead branches and spend roses into my morning kitchen.
I return with a scent.
Summer,
Humid breeze wrapped with raspberry redness and strawberry sweetness.
And peony perfume on my fingertips.
Damp strands of hair upon my cheeks.
And another poem.
Receiving an honour.
In today's language one might call it a gift or grace or blessing in some circles.
The light of a bird with late spring exuberance.
The rumming itself against my kitchen sink.
Sitting.
Quietly for the clearest of a heartbeat before winging itself back through the open doorway.
Dogs spread on the carpet at my feet looks into my face with the same eye gleaming that I too felt.
An honour bestowed in this fleet visit.
One heart to another.
Mark Nippo.
To be and belong let go your want for greatness and feel the tool that is in your hand.
Let go your fear of emptiness and receive the wave still reaching from the beginning.
It only wants to enliven you.
The way water refreshes a sandy hole.
And one final thought bubble to chew on.
To visionere with.
To let your imagination and mind wander around as your hands and heart and gut spill colour and paint and texture across canvas.
This final one from Frederick Buckner.
Listen to your life.
See it for the fathomless beauty it is in the boredom and pain of it.
No less than in the excitement and gladness.
Touch,
Taste,
Smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it.
Because in the last analysis all moments are key moments.
And life itself is grace.
Thanks for coming along to listen to this one of three thought bubble creative meditations here on Before the Brush.
I'm Patricia Baldwin-Sigabrook and I designed this little meditation to gift you and myself a place where engagement with this visualizing journey can take us so that we can move spiral up to the best creative place we can be.
