When we begin half way there.
Each journey has what is often labeled as the first step. Making it seems hard because of the truth that we feel about our lives as not linear lines with beginnings and ends but rather as great circles where each point is arbitrary with regards to ideas of first or last. Our truths are as giant pointillism pictures, with no lines at all, made entirely of these first steps as dots. It doesn’t matter where the brush first begins, the connections and relations only make sense once we step back and view things from a grander perspective. But our view is so often mistaken as our eyes which are connected to our feet, so we tip-toe around and fancy the short straight lines we see trailing behind us, trying urgently to keep a sense of direction to our movements. If we would only close our eyes and trust in larger steps, our dancing and leaping to and fro, lightened with the carefree joy of experience can bring us high enough to look down and see our canvas for what it is. The masterpiece revealed.
Lines have momentum, if you’ve ever tried to cross parallel lines you know what I mean, start on a path and it’s hard to change course. That’s the truth from the Ghostbusters movie, you saw the perspiration it took to cross the streams, it’s hard work, and those guys were the stuff of legend, heroes even. Beginnings/ends past/future these concepts require lines, moving into the now/present shatters these lines into millions of points, scattering them onto our canvas. Each point, each first step has potential, you land in the center and the possibilities for the next frolic abound for 360 degrees all around you. The steps make the dance, the dance creates joy, joy the height to see the canvas, which guides the steps. It’s a multiplicity of creation, moving and expressing on many levels each with feed back and connections to experience and influence the others. All this and you haven’t even opened your eyes yet.
Jivan