Trying things differently. Mostly I keep the blog aspect of my site pretty low tempered. It doesn’t really show you too much. I’m rather private. Only allowing a little peak. Which has been my intention. Partially in pursuit of more confidence in where my inspirations are guiding. But coming clearly through my intuition now, is a resounding guidance to share. For you my dear reader. Because I know you perhaps wonder a little bit more.
My weird stream of conciousness, it explores the abstract areas of existence. It’s the place that pulls me as soon as I go in. This abandonment of tradition, has given me an open voice. A gift to give the world. Gifts come with responsibility. For so long I have been thinking, how do you share this, how do you get it out, what are you trying to say. But like I’ve explained it’s undeniably uncontrollable. Like a water fall, with force and magnitude it just takes me and I flow. The only way is to surrender, and see where this will go. It always leads to the soul.
I can only contain it like a cauldron. Everything I’ve witnessed has been thrown in. I warm my fingers. The cauldron is stirred. “Taylor, you got to get this anger out of your heart.” Art is a transmutation of sorts. Anger turns to action. When channeled through a vessel of love potentially it has the impact to affect positive change.
Art has given me life. So many blessed times. It’s what has lead me here. To the place where I follow my passions, because it’s the gift that brings me a deepening thirst for exploring. The ultimate gratitude. A rare graceful kind, that feels so pure in the hardest of times. It’s where I feel whole. Where I feel my soul. Where I find consciousness unfolding.
This power. It is growing. So strong, I barely feel an ability to contain it. From the gut, through the whole body. I can only sit and breath deep into it. This is the only way I know how to explain it. The energy feels so overwhelming, but in meditation it feels like an epic opening. Then I just exhale, like never before. I am making space to transmute all this power into something viscerally real. Perhaps not bound by time or space. Something that represents the beauty of being alive. That’s what this raw hearted channel feels like.
It’s so strong that every nerve in my body is shivering like it has an icy mint bubble with in it, just pushing everything out. Opening up boundless space. To exhale deeper. Into a very blank and empty place. The most comforting place I have ever known. A free place.
For so long I had been confounded by the construct of time. I knew I could break it, but I longed to know how. The only answers that seem to make sense are art, love, and meditation. Through the three I somehow carry forward. Into a land of great potent soil.
Flash fictions have become seeds. Oh little beautiful metaphors. They recount doors, windows, breaks in time, open discoveries, heart dissolving journeys. Steeped in deep intention. I hope they go out farther than I could ever swim. Across every ocean, beyond boundaries I could never fathom.
Each seed I love so dearly. They do become little treasures to me. From inception to the point of release. I am unimaginably embarrassed to look upon things I wrote just six months ago, because my perspective is boundlessly expanding. I laugh at myself, and am also enlightened. But this truth won’t hold me back. I only have a desire to share it all more clearly. To understand the principals from which I’m naturally magnetized.
That is how I found myself ignited in exploration of mythology. Drawing upon the classics in search for a potent understanding of archetype, and of meaning. I have found more than I sensed. An abundance of inspiration. And an insight into the deeper purpose of my flash fictions. Here I have started to realized a theme of rebirthing mythology in a new modern flow and template. A meditation in its own right. Like a seed which allows the reader to plant a new energy, or leave a dimension, or dismantle an understanding through the empowerment of imagination.
I stand in the water. Rinsing away all the doubt, the stress of how my life unfolds. Sometime’s it just comes up, I’m like how do I make this work, and then the surge of energy over powers me. It wants to be taken from ether to existence.
I hold the fearless heart mudra. Every exhale deepening. The space growing exponentially from the surging power. What today I describe as trust in the fearless heart. An honoring of it’s love and beauty.
How’s this for a blog in reflection? Where does one cup of tea take us. We’ll call it at an introduction. Stay tuned for more. The cauldron is brewing. The power is growing. I step aside for the writing to flow. Thank you for your curiosity. It reflects back to me that my trust is an afirmed inner knowing.
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Lilac Laced Love 