I read a fair bit. Often, I read with the intention of finding something that will inspire me by connecting to some still vague or tentative thought or feeling that may be floating in my mindstream. The experience of encountering another human being, albeit through their words, who has had a similar thought, feeling or experience, can be most encouraging. It is as if it magnifies or amplifies this particular thought or feeling or ‘knowing’, ensuring that it is not lost in the dross of uncountable thoughts and feelings.
The way that thought. feeling or experience is presented can be so startlingly fresh that I might sometimes mistake it for something completely ‘new’ or ‘original‘. But, more often, it is something familiar, something that I may have silenced, doubted, considered unimportant or irrelevant or simply ignored. Yet, when I re-encounter it through someone else’s words, I am ‘inspired‘.
This is a wonderful thing, to be inspired by another and to have the means by which I can be inspired by another. However, I can become over-reliant on others and thereby forget that I am equally a temple of inspiration and why would I not come to pray daily in this temple? Why would I not learn to tune into this wondrous presence of ‘all that is’ that is within me?
This is important – that I recognize the god/buddha/brahman nature within me. This is important – that I am an inspiration to myself!
I fall in awe at the feet of my own Presence.
John of the Cross
Lucy Lopez
Awakening to our Greatness!
