Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Creativity on the road





Creation is ready to serve you, if you just be you.
Yogi Bhajan



Three years in the Washington DC area: Italy, the dearest ones and a job left behind. A still life between the scenes of a movie, living the narration among the ups and downs of this new life.

Having too much time to think is like inviting your mind to an overcrowded party where you don't know anyone, with alcohol and maybe some heavy drug.
Philosophical questions start popping up, like: where is my place in the world? What will my future be? What am I missing from this side of the ocean?

Pressure is on us both when there is too much time available and when there is not enough.
Too little time to dedicate to ourselves provides stress, too much time lets us feel how much bored and depressed we can be.
It happens to everyone, because we are human beings and we live in an imperfect world and because time and space give us a life in that world.

This is how we sit on this bus on the road, terrified because we can't see where we're going, instead of driving ourselves or at least enjoy the view from the windows.

Changing seats and adjusting our view would be nice.

I visited the National Arboretum in Washington DC some days ago and I saw these beautiful trees:





Have you guessed they are bonsai?

Depending on the point of view, things can look bigger than what they really are. We put many burdens on our shoulders which make us feel smaller but, if we only allowed ourselves, we would be able to look at the trees from above.

What prevents us to fly? The fact that we keep on looking outside, without realizing that we can just be ourselves and be served by the entire creation. We can seek our own truth, not the others'.





Creativity is exploration, a journey towards ourselves, no matter where in the world we are located.
It is dancing with our eyes opened to see that we are shrugging off blocks, rigidity, fears and depression and also dancing with our eyes closed to feel that it is happening for real.
It is being ourselves, flexible and full of possibilities.
It is accepting what we can't change and finding the inspiration to build what we had not imagined.
It is pure freedom, inner strength, so much transparence that any evil passes through us without touching us while any good stays and blossoms within. Sooner or later, after the winter.

The journey is long and we don't know what there is going to be beyond the hill?
Let's keep on walking towards ourselves, not towards something outside: naked columns which don't need to carry burdens to be who they are.