![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
My vacation inspired and uplifted me. I was in desperate need of recharging my creative spirit. Getting out of L.A. and escaping to the hot desert, surprisingly, was just what I needed.
In between eating yummy food, sharing laughs, and talking with my good friends Kara and Kristie, I spent considerable time thinking about where I'm at in life and where I'd like to be headed as I ease into this decade of life called The 30s.
I made a dream board for myself; my two close friends each made one as well. We piled a bunch of magazines on a table and flipped through the pages, cutting out whatever spoke to us individually. Once done, we glued the clippings onto our own pieces of cardboard.
Kristie likes to tease me about this but l got really into designing my board. After the images took shape into one large frame, it felt as if I brought all the desires of my heart to life. There they were, staring before me: wishes for publishing success, a beautiful home, a strong spiritual connection with my God, continued personal growth, imaginings of travel, family, and at the center sat my hope for a lasting relationship.
For the rest of the trip, I meditated on all of these things. I believe we can have just about anything we want in life. We get what we give.
That means that no matter how often we are disappointed, no matter how many times we feel slighted, no matter how many times we fail, we have to believe that eventually, everyone finds success. The ones who give up will never harvest their dreams. Those seeds die in the dry desert of displeasure.
I choose to plant positive seeds. I choose to look ahead to the future and know, truly KNOW that I will have the desires of my heart. I choose to surround myself with positive, happy people. I choose to believe I can when everyone says I can't. I choose to work until my field of dreams is bursting with vegetation. I choose to prepare for this harvest. Strangely enough, my heart and arms are already full of love.
Last week, I struggled to write but today came a different kind of harvest. After my morning walk, I showered, ate breakfast, and took my notebook to sit by the pool. I wrote. She (my character) came to me and poured out her fears, her dreams, her faults, her beauty...
Before I knew it, I'd written 4.5 pages in my notebook. I've said this once but I'll say it again--I love writing longhand. There's something about holding a pen, sitting outside among the elements of the earth. It's almost like laying a sacrifice before an altar. The body of the writer is offered up as the vessel through which the character can move.
I'm taking a break right now to blog (obviously) but I felt like sharing these thoughts. For anyone needing a harvest, it's coming. Until that vegetation breaks through the soil, keep your arms and your hearts full of love.
Keep your dreams alive. Keep 'em growing.
In between eating yummy food, sharing laughs, and talking with my good friends Kara and Kristie, I spent considerable time thinking about where I'm at in life and where I'd like to be headed as I ease into this decade of life called The 30s.
I made a dream board for myself; my two close friends each made one as well. We piled a bunch of magazines on a table and flipped through the pages, cutting out whatever spoke to us individually. Once done, we glued the clippings onto our own pieces of cardboard.
Kristie likes to tease me about this but l got really into designing my board. After the images took shape into one large frame, it felt as if I brought all the desires of my heart to life. There they were, staring before me: wishes for publishing success, a beautiful home, a strong spiritual connection with my God, continued personal growth, imaginings of travel, family, and at the center sat my hope for a lasting relationship.
For the rest of the trip, I meditated on all of these things. I believe we can have just about anything we want in life. We get what we give.
That means that no matter how often we are disappointed, no matter how many times we feel slighted, no matter how many times we fail, we have to believe that eventually, everyone finds success. The ones who give up will never harvest their dreams. Those seeds die in the dry desert of displeasure.
I choose to plant positive seeds. I choose to look ahead to the future and know, truly KNOW that I will have the desires of my heart. I choose to surround myself with positive, happy people. I choose to believe I can when everyone says I can't. I choose to work until my field of dreams is bursting with vegetation. I choose to prepare for this harvest. Strangely enough, my heart and arms are already full of love.
Last week, I struggled to write but today came a different kind of harvest. After my morning walk, I showered, ate breakfast, and took my notebook to sit by the pool. I wrote. She (my character) came to me and poured out her fears, her dreams, her faults, her beauty...
Before I knew it, I'd written 4.5 pages in my notebook. I've said this once but I'll say it again--I love writing longhand. There's something about holding a pen, sitting outside among the elements of the earth. It's almost like laying a sacrifice before an altar. The body of the writer is offered up as the vessel through which the character can move.
I'm taking a break right now to blog (obviously) but I felt like sharing these thoughts. For anyone needing a harvest, it's coming. Until that vegetation breaks through the soil, keep your arms and your hearts full of love.
Keep your dreams alive. Keep 'em growing.
Tags: