Whispers of the soul

Inner growth

Human beings on our earthly experience. We are here for a meaningful purpose that goes beyond any analytical reasoning. Our goals and dreams are for each one of us exceptional, specific and by no mean random. The key remain to explore ourselves, to start out an incredible journey of self discovery, many times facing our darkest fears, but with the promise of a great result if focus on the arriving line.

The wisdom within is waiting to be revealed allowing us to become our true selves.

The sun setting through a dense forest of trees.
The sun shining over a ridge leading down into the shore. In the distance, a car drives down a road.

Certainly this is no less of a huge challenge for us all, given difficult sometimes dramatic circumstances. However, no matter how big the obstacle, we can surmount it. In our names, nobody will run the marathon for us, no one will embark on the boat, exploring the unknown on our behalf. Have courage to sail the savage waters, for whom in life shows courage acquires always a well deserved victory.

Autumn Palette

As I watch the marvelous nature in autumn showing its best color palette, I also start to ignite the inner light that will strengthen me throughout the cold months.

I embrace the cold some years ago and it became my friend, just as I embraced every challenging aspect in my life transforming it into an ally in the long learning path ahead.

I have been closely looking at each day outside wonders, the clouds and stars adorning the sky. And when it rains, the drops turning nature into a shiny painting coated with a transparent but lucid layer. Certain experiences serve us to lighten the way, and just brighten each and every moment with a glimpse of uniqueness.

Admitted, certain of this moments are accompanied by wondering, question marks.

It is a mysterious experience this earthly one, footprints left behind on a place or another, on a linear time or a circular one, on someone. And yet so ephemeral.

The politically correct human being like to build walls and follow his mind. When seems to have al the answers.

But there we are, finally giving in to our rational voice and, falling into a cognitive dissonant pattern for that very thorny part of our being human: feelings.

Nonetheless, that same little spark that we carry – the mismatching spark causing troublesome moments between mind and heart – can become a quite useful tool – fuel feeding the creative spirit. Beloved one, inner guide, whispering words, draw, sketch, and lyric being poured into the creation. How awesomely giving form to magic as I unveil the surrounding grasp of the world, that then becomes mine. Perspectives, quests, roads, endless ways to arrive to the goal…¬† agreed beforehand, ultimately the golden prize..

Beq Pons – Belgium 2018

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their

tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,

listen to them. They are alive poems.

Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the

origin of this universe.

Joy Harjo