Blank Page

I'm sure I've mentioned to you that when it comes to sharing my feelings, I've always preferred the written word over the spoken one. Writing allows for a certain clarity that only comes from being still enough to hear it. It allows me to access the truth needing to be shared in a way that speaking doesn't. My truth has the potential to get lost in the midst of a conversation. How many times have you thought you were totally clear on the message you wanted to convey when speaking to someone, only to walk away feeling like you didn't say it? Or wishing you'd been clearer on your point of view? When you have a conversation with someone you're engaging with their energy and emotion, and while that's one of the wonderful things about face to face communication, it can also be very distracting and frustrating, depending on the circumstances. The only distraction you need to contend with when writing is your own brain!

Last summer, while vacationing on Lake George with my family, it was a beautifully quiet morning. Half of the gang was out fishing and the other half were still sleeping when I started thinking about our stories, and wondering how much of our stories are of our own making and how much were written long before we came into existence. You know, those simple morning coffee thoughts that come out of nowhere. No? Not your typical morning coffee thoughts? Welcome to my world! So I grabbed a pen and some paper and thought I'd share what surfaced.

The Beauty of the Blank Page

When I see a blank page, I see opportunity. What is hiding deep down, waiting to be revealed? What am I carrying day in and day out that weighs me down, creates a sense of burden and affects my well being? What is the root of the negative thoughts that tend to push forward, each day with a bit more ease? The answers can be found in the blank page. The empty space invites. Pen in hand today's story emerges and little by little the truth is revealed. Past hurts. Core beliefs. The monumental differences between you and the world.

The noise. The chaos. The fear. The doubt. The pain. How much of it belongs to you and how much of it was planted in your DNA centuries ago? The suffering of your ancestors carried down through time and passed on to you, your children, your grandchildren.

It's not your fault. Do you hear me? IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. Nor is it your duty or your obligation to pass the torch of suffering on. Your duty is to find the light that makes you shine and BE THAT! The world does not need the pain of your ancestors to remain alive, what it needs is their joy. The joy, the delight, the unconditional love that was planted with the first seed of existence. This is your obligation. Bring this forward to the future generations and gracefully, gratefully, let the rest disintegrate. Let the divine forces of nature that live within and all around you bring cleansing as often as is needed to make the shift. Let the pen and blank page bring you back to yourself, again, and again, and again.

And just like that the page is full, and the soul is free.

XO,
Carrie