It can be tough sometimes to nail down the exact beginning of a thing.
The beginning of a relationship, for instance, (did it begin when you first saw him? when you first touched her? when you suddenly realized you couldn’t stop thinking about him? on a date? in a fight?) or when you first began to enjoy decidedly grown up stuff like I don’t know . . . coffee. Or the opera. Or beets.
That’s why it’s fairly surprising to me that over the past three weeks I have come to discover not only the beginning of the stuff that’s hard to pin down but the beginning of everything.
Enchanting as it may sound to be on a quest of sorts, in one very particular (sometimes frustrating, sometimes lonely, sometimes disorienting) way, calling our spiritual journey a ‘journey’ is radically deceptive.
The thing about a journey is it implies that we are headed toward a particular destination and that getting ‘there’ takes some amount of time.
Probably a long time.
Like the excruciating amount of time it would take to – oh, say – walk barefoot across a barren desert or grow a beard down to your ankles.
Welcome, welcome you gorgeous angels, you incredibly gifted artists. I am Allison the creator of Glory Begin and your host for these podcasts. Thank you so much for being here today. I am super excited to get knee deep, maybe even shoulders deep, what the hell let’s go all in, let’s plunge in, to the topic of your creative sanctuary.
There is a vast open space within you that is so intriguing, so mesmerizing and so mysterious that it pulls at you all the time. Within every one one of us there is this warm, dark and joyous place where our inner most secrets and creative visions are gnawing to come out and play. You feel this right, sometimes?