Again and again I am drawn to what my heart wants and not what “I” want. The “I” I’m speaking of lives in the realm of the busy work world while “heart” just … is. Again and again I come back home to my heart. I wonder why I keep leaving in the first place?
I’ve been meditating for the last few weeks, really devoting some time to it, and through that practice I’ve come to realize that the balanced center point of the heart is my true home. It’s not “out there” somewhere. It’s in here. And creativity is not found “out there,” it’s in here, too. I feel like Dorothy when she discovered “there’s no place like home.” I know, though, to bring my art into the world that I must make it happen. I need to hear my heart when it gives me a lovely idea and I need to bring that idea into reality. It’s hard to be in those two places at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll get better at it.