"Neither from nor towards, at the still point, there the dance is." T.S. Eliot And there the art is... Neither grasping after it - it's gotta happen, gimme gimme inspiration. Chasing chasing. Nor expecting inspiration to come strike miraculously out of an empty sky. Instead we hold steady, hold still. We show up.
We can mindfully choose our reality. I've been very aware once again this week of how art sustains me and how beauty sustains me. For me this isn't about escaping from reality though, but rather reminding myself that there are other realities right here and right now, and that how we use our minds, look at and think about the world, our life, our relationships is the reality we perceive.
Intimacy is the offering of our life in trust to life... And how hard is this to do at times?! This idea that we could just surrender to the great glorious messy painful joyful impermanence of it all - it flies in the face of fear, of holding on, of controlling. And yet when we make the offering, when we let go in trust - when we soften our resistance even a little, then inevitably we suffer less and are more happy.
So many times in our meditating and creating we want to be other than what we are. We want to be calmer, clearer, less restless, more loving, more wise, more at peace. We want to draw better, have better ideas, more inspiration, more discipline. Creating and meditating can become this wilful effort to get somewhere, be something else.