The ocean refuses no river.

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The ocean refuses no river.
The river refuses no life.
Life refuses no spirit.
Spirit refuses no Love.

I’ve started a Christmas project for my beloved which means, that when I awoke at 4am and could not get back to sleep, I slipped into the office and began working on my project.

Which also means, I became immersed in the creative spirit and didn’t notice the time!

Imagine! I’ve been at my laptop for 2 and a half hours and I haven’t even had a coffee yet.

And now, we break for a musical interlude while Louise goes makes herself a latte.

I’m back with eggnog latte in hand and words flowing.

The first line of Ocean by Mirabai Ceiba is, The ocean refuses no river.

Just as the ocean refuses no river, the Muse refuses no offering.

We are all creative.

No matter your belief, or colour of skin or size of your bank account or education, there is a sacred place within each of us that is our creative core. It is a sacred chant singing within us of our unique beauty, wonder, brilliance. In your sacred chant singing of your uniqueness is the creative expression of you rising up, just as it rises up within all of us, calling out to our hearts to dance free, to spin about and laugh and turn cartwheels. To sit in silence and dream. To leap for joy and be.

The ocean refuses no river and the river refuses no life. And in that knowing is the truth — The sacred knowing that this life, this beauty, this brilliance is mine, and yours and each of ours to live as best we can, as best we allow, as best we do in Love.

No matter how small, how big, how rusty or difficult, how tired or weary, how young or old, the ocean refuses no river.

In the river’s flow, the open heart refuses no Love. The open mind no knowing.

And life refuses no body, not me or you or him or her or them.

In that acceptance, in that awareness is the knowing, deep and profound and healing. We are not alone. We are one with life flowing in the ocean of Love that is in, around and of us. Each and every one of us.

The river, and the universe, refuses no life.

I started a special project for my beloved’s Christmas gift this morning and became lost in the wonder and awe of creating, of allowing ideas to flow, wonder to arise and the Muse to have full reign over my being present, aware, alive.

It feels great to be alive this morning. Great to breathe. To sit in silent contemplation. To be in awe. To be creating.

The Muse refuses no offering and the universe refuses no life for every life is a unique expression of Love.

What a blissful knowing to carry me into my day.

Namaste.

 

 

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