Words can not convey sufficiently, how this scene lights up and brings joy to my soul!
The room is not perfect and I still have things I would like to ~ will change. However, it is what the room represents and shows me…
Close to 6 years ago, my soul started clamouring from within.
I couldn’t ignore the insistent tapping…it wouldn’t let me.
So during quiet moments when the noise of my four gorgeous men/boys, in my life weren’t filling up my ears and mind with their noisy bustling; I tried to tune into the voice of my soul.
How did I know it was the voice of my soul?
Who else could have it of been?
It wasn’t my ego voice who (previously) interjected all the time with her narcissistic, tunnel~focused, rigid negative thoughts. It was that voice that I heard sometimes, mostly when I was a child when the ego voice hadn’t become so dominant. Other times too, like when I was swimming deep under the ocean scuba diving through sun-lit swim throughs, when I was horse riding bareback in winter in wide open paddocks alone, when drawing, exercising, meditating and creating. The voice that comes when everything else goes silent. Able to move closer to our awareness whilst the ego mind is being distracted by us immersed in the act of doing…doing something we love, consuming us and making us present.
You know the one…THAT voice? That’s you. Who you truly are. Your essence.
So once I realised who was speaking to me. That old childhood friend who knew me so well and wished the best for me…for us; I started to listen.
I talked to it by asking questions of it. A dialogue ensued, broken up by the distractions of living life.
My soul told me it was time.
Time to give back to me, the gifts that make me happy and soul enriched.
It told me that I had suffered enough through this dense life and my soul weariness wanted me to replenish it for the next half of my life. I had given and nurtured all, outside of me. Now it was my time.
I not only listened. I took steps to reclaiming my joy. I acted. I voiced out loud, my claim.
It was undeniable. It would happen.
I am creating every day. Painting…free.
It is still unfolding. The above picture shows me that I listened and honoured my soul. I am enriched because of it and I can nurture others once more. More fully. Because my souls cup is full once more.