Creating in the key of love

 

Cat Fink--'Blackbird Dance (what is and what could be)'
Blackbird Dance (what is and what could be)

Know.  Trust.  Choose.  Create.  This is what I do every day to consciously create my life.  Small things, like a conveniently placed parking spot or a table in my favourite cafe.  Big things, like an artist residency.

Some of my creations take time, like the artist residency.  I keep watch for the things that support it, and act on them.  I am building my creation, and the path to it.  Each action fitted to the next.

I have a partner in this.  I call my partner Source, or God, or the Great Creator, or the One Energy, or the Universe.  Source loves creating.  Source is creation energy, whole and complete.

What I am doing takes love, lots of it.  It takes attention, wide and inviting, open and allowing.  The more I do this, the more I love, the better I get at creating my life, and the better my life gets.

Here is what Dee Wallace says in her weekly e-blast, January 26, 2015, about what gets in the way of creating my life:

‘Whenever you feel out of sorts or imbalanced, ask yourself these four guiding questions:

-Am I in love with myself in this moment?

-Am I loving others in this moment?

-Am I here, in the present, or worrying about the future or the past?

-Am I remembering I am my own creator? Or have I given my creation away to something or someone else in this moment?’

Dee is talking about paying attention and making conscious choices.  I choose I love myself and others, unconditionally.  I choose I am here always in this present moment.  I choose I create my life.  I don’t just choose these things.  I feel them, all the way through me.

Creation, for me, is like music.  When the singers and the musical instruments are in tune and in time with each other, the music flows through me, clear, sweet, warm to my senses, and the song is created.

When one or more of the singers and instruments sound the wrong note, are off-key or off-timing, the music stutters and sours and jars me.  The song and the flow of the song are marred or stopped.  The song is created differently than it was intended, or stops being created altogether.

Creating my life moves exactly like creating music.  Harmony, timing, flow.  It is intention, attention, and the energy of love I am playing with.  It is Source as my partner, each of us in harmony with the other through love.

Know.  Trust.  Choose.  Create.  This is what I do.

Know.  Feel the earth under my feet and feel the breath in my body.  Let my thoughts slow until the feeling in my body takes the place of the words in my head.  Here.  This quiet place.  Feel the love I have for myself, open, full, unconditional.  Let it fill all the space that I am.  I am only and all Love.

Trust.  Let the love for myself spill beyond me, out into the world, the Universe around me.  Wide.  Accepting and allowing all.  Love.  Unconditional.

Choose.  Let my awareness be here now, chosen and grounded in this love and this moment, focused on the intention of my creation.  Feel my creation with all of my senses here in front of me, created out of love.

Create.  Feel surely and completely I am this unconditional love, I am the creator of my life and all in it.  My love, my attention and intention, my clear choosing, and my loving knowing, here and now.  This energy.  This music.  This song.  Love creates me.  I create love.  I choose this.

I choose love.

Know.  Trust.  Choose.  Create.  I choose this song.

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Mentioned in this post:

Dee Wallace.  https://iamdeewallace.com/.  Dee’s new book Getting Stuff: Everything is Possible is about creating through love.  A clear, detailed, easy read.  Get it, read it, and go create your life!

Thank you, big sister Dee, for inspiring this blog post.

Given grace

Crowgirl Words
Crowgirl Words

I have a new word in my heart’s vocabulary.  Grace.

New to me, yet this is an old word.  I’ve heard people talk about the ‘grace of God’.  There, but for the grace of God, go I.  The song Amazing Grace tells of being taught by grace, and saved by grace.

In this world, I see grace being beauty, being tenderness and mercy, being forgiveness and reprieve and absolution.  Grace as a gift, given unexpectedly and lovingly, that relieves, rescues, saves.

I think grace is connection, a gift in the same way love is a gift.  Always here with me.  Always available and speaking to me.  Always holding me in its embrace.  I need only open my heart, and become grounded and present.

Grace is another word for love, another word for Source, for God.

I see the grace given in my life.  Love.  Connection.  Forgiveness.  Beauty.  Gratitude.

Grace is what writes with me, these words on this page.  Whispers in my ear, write this, then this, and this.  Grace opens my heart to my life, all of it.  Opens my senses to what is around me in this moment.  Says to me, use everything.  All is inspiration, when I am open to grace and vulnerable to life.

Open.

Letting myself become vulnerable.

The dictionary defines vulnerable as being available to injury.  In other words, I am being advised to stay closed off.  Closed is safe.  Vulnerable is being in danger.

Surely vulnerable can simply mean open.

When I am vulnerable to all in my life, I learn and understand.  I feel and do what could be difficult and painful, but I hold it and myself in love.  And then grace holds me, and I find my way through.  Nothing to force or fight, nothing to push against in anger or fear, nothing to close away from.

I think the dictionary writers got it wrong.  Vulnerable is not being available to injury.  Vulnerable is being available to grace and love. It is standing deep in my life, open-hearted and accepting all I experience.

Available to my life.  Using everything.  An open heart.  This is grace.  Given, and accepted.

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Mentioned in this post:

Amazing Grace, song by John Newton (1725 – 1807)

Lullaby

Practice (detail)
Practice (detail)

The Universe, Source, was nudging me all last week, singing to me.  Ideas, suggestions.  Then it pointed me to Julia Cameron’s book The Vein of Gold, and the task ‘Lullaby’.  ‘For five minutes each day (five private minutes), hum or sing a lullaby to yourself.’  The task is on pages 164 to 166, if you are looking for it.

It is true, you know.  The world is music.  The world is sound.  We are sound.  Vibration.  Nada Brahma.

My Mom sang to me, to herself, and with the radio.  My Dad sang with me, my sister and brother, in his ‘own personal key of music’ as he would say, perfectly off tune.  In the late afternoon heat of July, Dad driving us home after swimming in the lake, singing Jingle Bells all the way.

My chosen lullabies, the songs I sing to myself, might not be what you would expect:

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Postcard #5 – Singing my love song

Archangel For Mrs. St. Cyr (Uriel)
Archangel For Mrs. St. Cyr (Uriel)

The radio station this morning is playing ‘I Feel Love’, sung by Donna Summer.  Very techno and disco-y and electronic, a compelling beat.  And then Donna’s voice comes in, counterpoint to all that driving push.  Long clear notes that slide over and between all else.  Melody that expands.  It embraces the energies building in the song.  Focuses and holds them in a single through line—I feel love.

This is exactly what I am doing in my life.  I choose all my experiences, letting them wind their way around each other the way the synthesizers do in ‘I Feel Love’.  Then I focus and hold my experiences in a single melody.  Love.

Our lives each have soundtracks, and we choose the songs.  When I say we choose the songs, I mean this:  I choose love as my song, my through line, and then I go about creating it, singing it into and around whatever I am doing in my day.  I shape the feeling like a hug and hold each experience of the day within it.

When I look at something I need to do, like revising my book, and it feels too huge, I know how to begin.  I start up my soundtrack and choose my love song.  I let this book revision become part of the song.  I say thank you for the gift of knowing how to begin.  Thank you for the gift of having written a first draft.  Thank you for the time and peace and place to play for a second time with the words I created.

I am not perfect at my love song yet, but each time I sing, it comes easier and quicker and smoother.  One of the words I use a lot in my love song is thank you.  Singing thank you tells me, and Source, that I see the gifts here in front of me.  Thank you places me in the present moment.  This is where I feel love, right here, right now.

This is my soundtrack and my song.  I choose love.

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Happy Birthday, Bryan!  xoxo from mom

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Mentioned in this post:

Donna Summer – song ‘I Feel Love’ from the album I Remember Yesterday, 1977

This Week’s Soundtrack

I Stood in a Trembling Sky Where Every Star Sang (Carrie)
I Stood in a Trembling Sky Where Every Star Sang (Carrie)

 

I have three songs running through my head the last several days.  Put Your Hand in the Hand, Let ‘Em In, and Power of Love.

Trust.  Allow.  Love.  That’s what these songs are about.

The Universe is doing it again.  Talking with me.  Telling me to trust big.  Then telling me when something or someone shows up, open and allow the gift.  And telling me love is the power and love is my power.

I have a soundtrack constantly singing back up in my life.  The songs that show up are always a message I need to hear about what I am doing or thinking or believing or feeling.  About a choice I am making or that I need to make.  The songs come to me as information, inspiration, support, and play.

Play.  As in laughing and lifting my spirit.  The morning after we found our new home, I wake with the thought about how much I hate moving.  Not really the best mood to begin the day.  I need music, I think.

I turn on the 70’s radio station that comes via our cable.  The song playing is ‘Movin On’.  I laugh when I see the title there on the screen.  Yes, the Universe definitely has a sense of humour, and every time I think of movin on’ that morning, I laugh again.  The Universe knows I do not appreciate moving house, but I do appreciate a good laugh.  And laughing gets me through.

Back to the three songs I am hearing lately.

Put Your Hand in the Hand, by Gene MacLellan, is from 1970.  I don’t recall when I first learned the words and melody.  I sang a lot as a child and teenager.  The song could have come through family or friends, church, school, choir or music lessons, Girl Guides, or the radio.  My mom always had the radio on.  I was a busy kid and I loved singing, making joyful noise alone and with others.

There is wisdom in this song.  The song is pop-gospel and spiritual, yes, but it is the wisdom I am drawn to.  The song tells me I am not alone in life.  I can choose to be but I don’t have to be.  It tells me life is full of miracles, all I need do is watch for them and there they are.  It tells me to love myself, and in doing this I will love others as well.  It tells me, trust life.

Let ‘Em In is a Paul McCartney and Wings song from 1976.  The song begins, someone’s knockin’ on the door, somebody’s ringin’ the bell, do me a favour, open the door and let ‘em in.  This is exactly what I am doing now, opening the door and letting the words and ideas flow in and through me.  No judgments and no limits, just an invitation to play.  Saying out loud, ‘Here I am, pen in hand, stack of paper on the desk in front of me, let’s write!’  And I do.

For me, this song is about being open in all of my life.  Not just open.  Willing.  Allowing.  Saying yes.  Open hearted to what is offered and to what I choose.  It means being present to my life.  It means always listening and keeping up my half of my connection and conversation with the Universe.

This song tells me create my life big and welcoming.

Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News is from 1986.  It tells me, of course, that love is powerful.  It also tells me that love is mine if I want it and if I choose it, and that choosing love is powerful and creates me powerful.  My power is love.  Our power is love.  It can’t get any clearer than that.

So this is what the Universe is singing to me right now—trust, allow, and love.  It could just sing love, since trusting and allowing are part of loving.  But I need reminding sometimes about how huge love is and all it takes in.  I try to do small love occasionally, which does not work well.  I should know by now I can’t limit love.  Love is not made that way.

Trust.  Allow.  Love.  I am being invited to sing my life into being.

I choose this.  I choose trust, allow, and love.  I choose let my life sing.  Let our lives sing.  A chorus.  A choir.

Joyful noise.

Thank you, Universe.

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Mentioned in this post:

Song ‘Put Your Hand in the Hand’, Gene MacLellan, 1970

Song ‘Let ‘Em In’, Paul McCartney and Wings, 1976

Song ‘Power of Love’, Huey Lewis and the News, 1986