Sometimes when I look at my contemplative writing practice of the past, I wonder: where did it go? what has happened? how did I lose that profoundly simple ability to sit within a moment and glide easily into stream of consciousness? will it return? will I? From flowing essays on Spirit to the 120 reflective portals into Soul Cards, I used to just sit down and feel an incredible spiritual emergence in script. Maybe that was a temporary passage, meant only for those years?
Of course, back then, I was in a different phase of life as well as locale; the energies of person and place uniquely contrasted to here and now. Living in Arizona took a toll on my sense of comfortable familiarity; returning to my roots in Missouri shifted my entire perspective in other ways. In my attempts to regain my footing in these places, I sought to define and clarify in order to understand, however, as Iain McGilchrist points out, “the illusion that, if we can see something clearly, we see it as it really is, is hugely seductive” and that “clarity is bought at the price of limitation.” Drilling down into history and specifics, I sought clarity but “clarity, it seems, describes not a degree of perception, but a type of knowledge. To know something clearly is to know it partially only, and to know it, rather than to experience it, in a certain way.”
Yet, I still write … out of curiosity and creativity. What will emerge today? What will tomorrow bring? How will the words become worlds? I’ve no idea. I’m the chalice, the inkwell. I’m the pen and the quill. I receive and transcribe from elsewhere, from a place of mystery and magic and inspiration, often from the Unseen.
“In order truly to see the thing as it is, attention needs to do something quite different. It needs both to rest on the object and pass through the plane of focus. Seeing the thing as it is depends on also seeing through it, to something beyond, the context, the ’roundness’ or depth, in which it exists. If the detached, highly focused attention of the left hemisphere is brought to bear on living things and not later resolved into the whole picture by right-hemisphere attention, which yields depth and context, it is destructive.” ~ Iain McGilchrist, The Master and His Emissary
I believe I’ve reached the point where I’m beginning to see the depth, go into the beyond, open to the implicit as well as the explicit; now that the pressures I felt of being out of proper time and place are resolving, healing, dissipating, and allowing space for simply ‘being’, and ‘seeing through’, the sacred spirals are starting to dance again.
What an incredible journey our lives are!