Injured, it lept from branch to branch looking for respite, a red string tied to its leg. Where ever this tiny bird looked, it saw the brightest golden light but the searing pain struck it dumb, paralyzed with fear. The desire to jump right into that light and dissolve, was so strong. It knew it could not and still continue its impulse to live. So from branch to branch it lept, hoping for respite.
Within a dance of light, there is a center. The compulsion to both find that center and penetrate, and to allow for the propulsion away from center happens simultaneously. What cuts through both compulsions that brings you both to center and expanding, is being still, and true to yourself.
A sketch dons my wall, in black and white. Next to it, a second sketch, in colour. Both expressions of the same idea, both incomplete.
Exercise: Flow Writing - Pick a tangible object from your
surroundings and use it as the opening image in your entry. Let your
mind free-associate from one thought to the next. Write for a specific period of time. [Life's Companion by
Christina Baldwin pg. 24]
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