Sunday, December 7, 2008

Time out for "Reality"

There is a huge gap between what I last posted, and this new posting. A couple of months, I believe! This is an indicator that I have been much too busy in "The Real World" of work and sleep and work and sleep and chasing the almighty dollar... which these days is mighty tight...

In my little two halves of the brain world... I bounce between the left lobe of numbers, accounting, working business problems out, using the computer for spreadsheets and software that crunches numbers, IRS dealings, and other Government Agency reporting... ad nauseatum...

and the right lobe, where my heart resides... writing.

Having begun life as a musician, my passion is in music... the music of instruments, and the music that can flow in words that seek to find the deeper soul in expression... and share outward to others who hear the same Universal Song...

So Blogging is about the creative side for me... and the lack of blogging indicates that "the real world" has consumed too much of my time lately!

Periodically, it is my deep joy to go to my store of writings (over 30 years worth now exist in my computer banks) and let my heart guide me to a file that I feel I want to send out on my email circuit of folks in my life... to share something with them to perhaps help their days go better. I am always amazed at the responses that come back to me... from different folks at different times. As I know that there is an "Internal Guide" that directs me to a particular thing to share from time to time, I trust that there is a reason to follow that intuition and not ask why this particular thing or that should be shared on this particular day...

My faith almost always is rewarded in the feedback. And that is the heart of why I love to write.

I love to try and capture the deeper soul stuff we all feel when we can quiet the brain and daily activity long enough to hear it. I have spent long evenings with music and pen and pad, capturing the whisperings of Spirit as I hear it to the page. Often it comes to little more than venting, or ego lessons for me... but as often, I hear a song that when captured touches many hearts in many ways. I love this gift... and miss it when I am working so hard to make ends meet.

I have read authors who have said that they were surprised how some of their work was perceived and received. Some of the things that they wrote that were not that "special" to them personally really took off in the readership world! I experienced that the other day when I got up early and felt I had to send something off that day, and I surprised myself by going to a file that had nothing more in it but some exercises I had been putting down... mini thoughts... which isn't my usual way of writing... these were just images I was trying to put together, because my wife is an artist, and we have collaborated on a few things where she has drawn to some of my writings, and I wanted to give her some ideas to work with...

For me, it was like playing "Hallmark" writer for a day!

Anyway, the response was wonderful, and a little overwhelming for this exercise. I went to a meeting with some clients later that day, and found my email had been printed out and put up on a filing cabinet in the office! Later, when I checked my email, several of my folks had responded that this was just what they had needed that day to start the day off... and then later, my mom sent me a mailing from one of her friends that was asking permission to post some of those writings on her website.

All these things are an honor for me to hear, and feel, and share. It is why I began writing back in the early 1970's and why I continue to put effort into the process when in my world it has brought very little bread to the table!

One of my dear friends asked me to post these little gems onto my blog... I guess it's as good excuse as any to come back to the blog site after so long!




Some Images

May your journey find
peaceful moments,
as streams under mountaintops flow
through trees of
majestic silence
in the forests of your soul.

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Stand soft as trees in
afternoon light.
Listen to life’s echoes
from mountain tops,
and love’s joys
as waters of life
pass the roots of your being.
See hope embrace the Heart
of all that is you.

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Born as snow in
God’s Mountain heights,
we flow quickly now,
now slow,
Life to share,
in the moments of our wanderings
as we flow past the moments of our being,
as we partake of the beauties
of the varieties of all that lives around us.

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Streams still flow,
trees still sing in mountain breeze.
That we see them not today in
the outer rush of our busy-ness,
does not diminish the hope
of their soft joys
in the inner visions of our dreams.

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Patience lies hard
in winter ice...
beautiful, but cold,
awaiting only the kiss
of the sun of spring
to allow her moments to flow
softly once more.
Patience... leading to life
in abundance come spring.

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Though I feel barren this moment,
may I remember the hope of spring
that will free the ice
that holds me still now...
that holds the waters of life
that will feed me
in the days to come
when my heart will be renewed.

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Bruce K Bushman 2001