Being a poet is akin to being a sculptor standing before a block of marble. They can see the truth inside, but must chisel away until they find the structure within. When poets write, they write from a life of experiences, and from those must find the one that wants to be given form. But! The poem does not allow itself to be crafted completely in the moment but instead provides an armature on which to attach words, and words having been attached, the poet needs to look at what is and chisel away the dross and seek more deeply the poem within. Armature created (by whose hand?), the bits and pieces arise from the library of life, and then the poet, having recognized a bit of theme, continues to chisel until the poem, not the poet, decides it is done, reserving the right, at some future time to be pruned here, grafted there (yes, the metaphors seem to be mixed right now, but the poet can see the truth in both to create the whole of the purpose for this writing). So, a poet is a sculptor and a gardener, and through that symbiosis is a poem breathed into life.
If you explore the vastness of the universe, you will find you are an integral part of it and, in that, you will have found yourself. “You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should” (lines from “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann). Desiderata means things that are wanted or needed, as you are, here and now. This is the truth. Earth is part of an experiment in learning how to peacefully and lovingly coexist. And through you, the experiment continues as you become part of the flow of positive energies. One way to recognize and understand what this truly means is to examine what your internal universe is trying to share with you, and one way is through writing. Not thinking what the best word is but allowing the universal awareness to flow through you unimpeded by extraneous thoughts and desires. You are given the task of sharing your knowledge with yourself and others and intuitive writing allows you to open to the energy that flows through you like a river, ever flowing, never twice the same but always the same. If you would like to join the next session of my course Intuitive Writing, which will expand your awareness of who you are and why you are here, please follow this link for more information.
The arts heal, both the creator and the one experiencing the creation. And right now, I think you will agree we all need some healing. Creating moves you from your normal state of being and helps you enter a space that is filled with an energy that heals—body, mind, and spirit. It doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive. Paper and pen or crayons are a good start. I recently decided to explore watercolor painting. I have always wanted to learn how to make this sort of art and now I plan to move into time every week when I can practice using color in a new-to-me manner of exploration and experience. It doesn’t have to fulfill some idea of “fine art.” It simply needs to be an expression of a vision that is unique to you. Feel yourself embraced by the energy that begins to flow through you, creating a space through which you can step away from the mundane and into a suspended moment in time where you can discern the energy of your spirit guiding you as you create. The energy you are feeling is the love energy through which the Creative Spirit brought everything into being. That is the energy you also tap into when you create.
Daily writing connects you to your inner self and the universal energy of love. Through both, you can find what you already know and what you need to learn—what the universe can share with you when you are open enough to ask and prepared enough to receive. And then, you listen with the ears of the heart and accept the answers through writing. Write a word, a sentence, a poem, an essay, a book! Writing is sacred and necessary in the way that breathing is. Inspire. Breathe. Be. Through writing we access our essence, our essential energy, and follow that to find blissful awareness and connection to the universe. Writing helps us to discover what we are thinking, what our spirit is thinking, what the universe is thinking. Just listen, and write!
For me, there is no greater high than finding the right words, putting them in the right order, and realizing the riff resonates. And, then (oh joy!) the riff resonates with others. Writing does that. Well, any art can do that. There are several pieces of art that over the years have taken my breath away, that I can gaze into for a nice chunk of time, and come away feeling as though my soul has been fed. And there is music that I can listen to a hundred times and feel that same initial bliss rise within me, confirming that I am alive! Okay, so where is all this going? Well, I don’t only want to share with you my journey and the buzz I get from the arts; I want to help you think about who you are, what creative products have touched you in your life, and which ones you might like to try your hand at. I recently spent almost 100 days in an international creative workshop. Creatives (that’s what we call ourselves) of all kinds are creating and sharing and encouraging each other and the feeling of love is palpable and is a daily experience of bliss. And I want to encourage you to find that creative experience that will fill you with joy. We will explore this more next time.
I have come to the moment when being me, truly myself, needs to happen, and I don’t want to be in a remake of the life of Grandma Moses having not started until I am 78. I want my voice heard, my vision shared. And the bard in me needs to be set free to write what needs to be written, so that maybe my words will heal, and fortify, and inspire. I am quite sure that in another life, a long time ago, in an ancient land, I was a Druid, a Bard, and somehow, I brought that training with me to meld with an MFA. Once a poet, always a poet. I wasn’t a practicing poet in this lifetime for a long time. Too busy to let my truth out. Well, not any more. I lived in pre-Patrick Ireland, near the Boyne, and apparently, I have memory of that time. Ah! Near a river. Interesting! I have lived near or by rivers my whole life. I turn my head and, though the sun has set, I know the river is just over there. It is a river I had sought for a long time. When I first stepped foot on this property where I live (with another Druid, but that is a story for another day), I recognized this place as the vision I have had for many years.
The blank page, like the newborn’s life, offers infinite possibilities and choices. Taking first steps, like typing first words brings us closer to getting us where we need to go. I keep taking first steps and keep on walking until no longer enthusiastic, and then pivot toward a new direction. I knew there was a place I wanted to be, was supposed to be, but I kept misreading signals, and my GPS would lead me somewhere interesting, maybe fulfilling, but, ultimately, failed to send me into full bliss. A series of insistent hints from the universe landed me on this page, with this brand new blog, which emerges from my new and improved website (tobiehewitt.com). And then, and then, and then…. one always wants to leave the audience wanting more. Welcome to my blog, welcome to my journey of bliss and blessings!