As I lie on the grass, feeling the sun on my body—listening, or rather, feeling the birds singing and talking—receiving, enjoying, resting, feeling.
It might seem to one that I'm doing nothing.
But in that doing nothing, I am doing so much.
Nourishing the seed of inspiration and creation.
If we are always acting with the logical, masculine brain, then we cannot have time to connect with our spirit, for inspiration to arrive, and for the creative process, the gestation, to unfold.
And that inspiration falls, just as the seed of an idea arrives. And we must tend to it. Nurture it, water it, love it, and let it grow.
In due time. With patience, with observation, with care.
It is the same creative process that women can use to create their children.
Think about how much we do—we create a human being—in the womb, behind the scenes, without anything being seen and without having to force anything, without being able to control it. Just receiving and allowing 💎
