I’ve written about self-improvement a lot, and have done a lot of it. I’m at a point in my self-improvement journey where the devil’s in the details, as they say. It’s the little things that are still thorns in my side, and the daily habits that require devotion.
I have stories I want to tell, and books I want to write. Self-improvement is a great thing, but to what end? My intention is to use it to create art, write books, and play music.
Creativity is a daily thing. It’s easy to forget about it as we get caught up in earning money. Creativity is ultimately a spiritual path.
Rites of passage may seem archaic these days, but they still occur (whether consciously or unconsciously), and it’s essential for psychological and spiritual growth.
Returning With Light
It’s not enough to just encounter the darkness. We must enter the dark, and after that, we must find the light within, and return with the light.
No Going Back
A true rite of passage means that there’s no going back to who we were. The butterfly cannot go back into its cocoon.
Of all the things I can choose to write about, I choose love. Love for myself, my family, my world, and my Source. Love melts the ice around my heart.
I realize that the things I’ve done, and the choices I continue to make, are sincere. That doesn’t make me or anyone else wrong or right. There’s real, true power in sincerity.
I’ve said before that spirituality is either true or it isn’t, which means that either I create my own reality or someone else does. I’m able to choose to align with my True Self, and that’s what I believe in. Humility, gentleness, and modesty coexists with greatness.
This blog isn’t meant to be the journal of an insomniac, but I do tend to write late at night (or very early in the morning, if you prefer). As usual, I’ve been working and learning a lot this week.
In my opinion, spirituality isn’t a halfway kind of thing. You either have faith and trust in it, or you don’t.
I believe that simplicity is spiritual, and so is appreciation.
I’m writing this on Christmas in appreciation and thankfulness for the many blessings I have in my life. This is a time when we seem to notice how spiritual life actually is. I want there to be happiness and peace in the world.
As I get ready for bed, I appreciate the readers of my blog. Your attention to what I write sustains me. If I’m able to make a positive influence in your life, then that means a lot to me.
As you may already know, I’m all about believing in yourself. That means discovering who you are, and having faith and trust in that.
I could have called my previous post “Blogging Through to the Other Side” because that’s how I’m making progress through this time of change.
Of course, things are always changing, but sometimes they really change, but as they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same (clichés can be annoying until you realize they’re clichés for a reason).
Oftentimes my spiritual life is truly the best thing ever, but sometimes I’m just not in the mood. I think about all of the annoyances and grievances I have, and take a journey into self-righteous territory. Then I realize it doesn’t feel good to do that, and it’s not really what I’m about, so I stop.
I’m not sure how this blog will connect to my “official” site, but I don’t think it really matters. I’ve stressed out about the way I don’t fit into the stereotypical mold of a (fill in the blank). I’m letting go and letting God (yet another clichétetetete).
There’s no inner or outer truth, there’s just truth, but if we continually follow outer truth, we become more and more lost from who we truly are, until we eventually must turn toward inner truth. So you could say that all roads lead to home.
There’s also no right or wrong path for any of us, just the path that we’re on at the moment, and it’s either a path of resistance and stuckness, or a path of ease and flow.
It takes work being the main character of our life story, and we can play the part of the victim if we choose to, but we’re also the authors of our story. It’s the relationship between who we think we are as a character in the story of life, and who we are as the writer of the story, that seems to be at the heart of spirituality.
There’s a difference between when I write for myself, and when I write for an audience, although I like that the difference is becoming less and less. I feel like I’m having a conversation with myself, and maybe that’s what we’re all doing anyway; talking to our Self.