Two things happened this morning. Both took me in unexpected directions.
Gratitude and curiosity fueled each experience and brought them together on a river of creative expression flowing free.
The morning post I receive every day from Daily Om connected me to thoughts I’d had yesterday about personality. How it’s so easy to get trapped in believing ‘we are the way we are and there’s nothing that can be done about that.’
At the time of that thought drifting into my mind, I was walking along the rocky beach between the river and the forest, my mind skipping from thought to thought, like a stone skimming and dipping, skimming and dipping along the water’s surface.
At one point a thought skipped into view that surprised me. “You know, Louise,” the thought whispered. “One of the gifts of that relationship with the man of ill-intent was that because your personality was so completely submerged in his abusive ways, when he was arrested and you got your life back, you had to rebuild yourself up from the soles of your feet to the soul of your being who you’re truly meant to be.”
It was a fascinating thought. But, because I was wandering along the river, savouring the sunshine on my face, throwing the ball and watching Beau race after it interspersed with his stopping every so often to follow a scent that caught his olfactory glands in unexpected ways, I let the thought drift away.
This morning, I read one of the many quotes offered by Nick Flynn at The Vale of Soul-Making and that thought skipped back into view.
And then, I read “Finding Another Perspective” at Daily Om and my heart did one of those skippity-dippity hops it likes to do when it finds the subterranean flow of its beat rising to the surface in joyful exhalation and my lungs gave a giddy sigh of satisfaction and my lips smiled wide and my eyes popped open and I exclaimed to no one and to the world, “Oh Yes!”
And then…. as so often happens when I follow the winding way of my thoughts flowing through, a poem appeared as if floating on a lifeboat of possibility.
And here it is. I do so love the unexpectedness and joyfulness of the muse’s way of drawing me into creative expression.
A Letter To My Lover by Louise Gallagher I wrote a letter to my lover long gone from this sphere of my life orbiting around the one I have become rising up from the ashes of a love that was never truer than the lies he told to enslave me in the poisonous venom of his unrequited self-hatred. I wrote a letter to my lover Thank you, I said, you saved me from my belief who I was, was all I could ever be locked up in a painful construct of believing I was never good enough to be free. I wrote a letter to my lover. I am free.