"Une difficulte est une lumiere/ Une difficulte insurmountable est une soleil" that is, A difficulty is a light; an insurmountable difficulty is a sun."

"We tend to perceive difficulty as disturbance. Ironically, difficulty can be a great friend of creativity... I love the lines from Paul Valery: this is a completely different way of considering the awkward, the uneven, and the difficult. Deep within us, there is a terrible impulse and drive toward perfection. We want everything flattened into one shape. We do not like unexpected shapes... The imagination in its loyalty to possibility often takes the curved path rather than the linear way. Such risk and openness inherit the harvest of creativity, beauty and spirit." from Anam Cara by, John O'Donohue

Taking a Risk, Collage H.C.Love

Taking a Risk, Collage H.C.Love

GETTING OUT OF THE WAY easier said than done. It requires an un-selfconsciousness. Echoes and ripples From the deeper questions expand into a wider field of potential.

"From an ancient text on Centering - wherever your attention alights, at this very point experience."... We grow and change and develop capacities for centering and for dialogue throughout our lives. We have to trust the invisible gauges we carry within - to realize that a creative being lives within, whether we like it or not, and that we must get out of its way, for it will give us no peace until we do."

Excerpts from Centering by, M.C.Richards

 

 

Navushieip - Shoshoni word for dream or vision and the soul that has such experiences (the dream soul)

"Jung believed in what he would call 'The healing nightmare', many veterans of war experience nightmares of traumatic events recurring in the psyche that no one wants to listen to. It is in the sacred telling and the listening that healing can occur."

"Forlorn! the very word is like a bell to toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well as she is fam'd to do deceiving elf. Adieu! Adieu! The plaintive anthem fades.. Past the near meadows, over the still stream, up the hill-side-and now tis buried deep in the next valley-glade: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: Do I wake or sleep?"

John Keats