September 29, 2004

Reflections on soul

My soul speaks today. My soul seems to live in the realm of my imagination, expressing itself like a poem or collage, with words, images and feeling not restrained by cogent thought or sequence. It is as though there is a well spring of richness below the surface of awareness, and this is expressed in unanticipated ways. One thing I have noticed about my soul recently – but I am sure this has always been true – is that my soul is not dedicated to perfection, as my more egocentric and rational mind are. Today I muse about this imperfection, though sometimes I don’t think it is so funny. Just as the Navajo weave imperfections into their rugs so the spirit can enter and exit, my soul makes way for little imperfections to freely pop up to remind me of my soul’s penchant for spirit-filled playfulness, nudging me to let go of my ego's need for perfection.

1 comment:

Al said...

"my soul makes way for little imperfections to freely pop up to remind me of my soul’s penchant for spirit-filled playfulness, nudging me to let go of my ego's need for perfection."
I really struggle sometimes with this one - I tend to try to put everything in little catagories - which works alot of the time for me - mindfulness and naming as a way to organize your interior life - but sometime you just need to rest in 'suchness' - I tend to be real practical - each job has the right tool and the right technique and we need to apply them at the right time....Al