“Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating,” – Walt Whitman, Poet
Writing is a divine act or so I think. Before I write anything, I wait for divine inspiration. Usually it hits me while dancing, gardening, and more often than not while showering, which is why I keep a little notepad in the bathroom. Blog, meditate, wait for inspiration, blog again– this has been my blogging ritual since I started Creative-Guru, but for the past few days my blogging routine has been stuck in a rut. I’ve been feeling disconnected, stuck in dark a place, where the rays of divine light have not been able to penetrate.
So I put off writing and went for a hike instead. There is no better way to heal our connection to the Divine, the source of all creative endeavors, than to dwell in the authentic beauty of nature.
Not sure if it was all the unpolluted air, the atypical silence, or the shocking beauty up on that hilltop, but out of nowhere I heard a voice. It was feeble, it was faint and it said that I must put my self to death.
I heard how the eulogy should go– here lays Raimy, she was a fearful, selfish, judgmental, and insecure little girl. She thought she knew it all, but she knew nothing, did nothing, and went nowhere.
With this whisper began the battle of Canyonlands, where I fought my ego and pained to put it down.
The ego, the one that wants desperately to be seen, approved, needed, valued, and desired. The ego, the one that binds us to erroneous beliefs about our true essence, keeps us hostage from ourselves, and creates a constant sense of disconnect.
There, upon that hilltop I lay to rest the superficial, distrustful, cynical, pessimistic, distant, unfeeling, and callous part of me. Up on that green hilltop rests in peace a frustrated egomaniac.
This weekend I went on a hike, I don’t know if what I heard was the Divine, but I feel a certain high.
When you’re feeling completely disconnected from life, uninspired, and not yourself, get your best hiking shoes on. That combination of clean air, natural beauty, and serenity unblocks our connection to ourselves and to all that is Divine.
Do you believe in a higher Creative Power? What do you do when your feeling disconnected from it or from yourself?