I Live In The World I Create

Cold rainy days are wonderful because they slow everything down. The more we fight to keep our plans, meet our schedule; rainy days will push us back. Stillness is a force for inspiration when we spend our time accepting it and accepting its gifts in our lives. Poets, painters, and artist through the ages all give voice to the inspiration brought in the gift of being still, listening in the quiet.

It’s 4:30 in the morning now… the rain is hitting the window. The sun will rise and the day I had planned has been taken from me and replaced with a gift. Albert Einstein wrote, “We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.”

The quiet eloquence of inspiration can’t be heard when our thinking, the same thinking that caused the problem, crowds out our genius. We cannot hear the need to change our awareness. The nature of the delivery of legal services in our society too often disconnects us from inspiration, from the reflected light of our spirit. The gift of reflection allows for our thoughts, passions and visions to reconnect and re-harmonize with the spirit.

Those of you who read the blog will have noticed that my posts have been sporadic of late. The noise of my professional life disconnected me from my passion, my spirit and my vision. Things became important to me that really are not important to my passion.

Eighteen hundred years ago, Patanjali – the author of Yoga Sutra – said: “When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds: Your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.”

In the stillness of the rain fall this morning, I heard spoken “I live in the world I create.”

When I create a world that includes me and mine and excludes others and theirs, then I am not in harmony with my spirit and I can’t be that “greater person by far than I ever dreamed myself to be”.

It’s 8:30 in the morning… the sun is warm and blinding. The birds are in the tree outside my window… they are singing. I wish you could see the smile on my face and the joy in my heart. Rainy days and sunny days are wonderful, and I learned why.