♥ 2017-7-7 : the creator in the eye of the storm ♥
I sit on my terrace in my lovely garden and i look at my wonderful dog named Bliksem, something like Lightning in English. He gives me so much joy. And i am saying goodbye. 😔
I read bout the July waves and yes, i do feel it is gonna be a hell of a ride, fasten seat-belts! There is no point of return, no u-turn in sight. Yes, we have free will of course .. lol .. did you believe that?! We always do what we are supposed to do.
July storms are ferocious, a wild wind pounds on my door. Dark shadows lurking in the corners of my room, the darkest caves of my mind and my emotions illuminated. Yet, i feel sooo quiet, sooo centered, sooo creative, so NOW!
* there is a stillness inside me
i am the creator in the eye of the storm *
I sit in the middle of my granny’s kitchen, 5 years of age, playing with the buttons she keeps in an old biscuit drum, all kinds of buttons in ONE drum! So, i sort them out. From little to big, from light to dark, 2 holes, 4 holes, wood, plastic, metal, you name it. In the middle of the kitchen floor while granny is trying to prepare a stew. 🍯
And she smiles her all compassing smile and i smile. How i love my granny! She knows who i am and she lets me be who i am. And i can sit here for hours with the buttons and HER who is with me always. 💋
Yes, I AM The Eye Of The Storm. All around me is crumbling, falling apart, whirling and swirling. ME, in the middle, in the void, a creator. How do i want my world to be? What do i build with all these fragments? WHAT DO I REALLY WANT? And i build, from little to big, from dark to light, from separation to wholeness, you name it. 🌎
Yes, there is a place inside me, my silent dominion, my eye of the storm.