A collection of magic shows

Our worlds as we know them exist and are shaped by our memory, stored experiences, perceptions, and stories we use to outline our existence.  Do we really create our realities?  I ask myself this question because my thinking became heavy and I need to lighten the load with some compassionate understanding, some observing and gentle listening.

What others find defeating, I may find it full of beautiful life.  There are no right or wrong ways to do it.  There are our perceptions and our perfectly working stored data that helps us move through life.  We are universes moving alongside each other in the cosmos.  All different...in beauty, in complexity and in variety.  All assisting in some way...adding, shaping and filling up this holographic space, shining light and adding shadow for definition.  One big melody of music that from afar, can sound like the high winds in a canyon or a buzzing vibration that can also be felt from the inside, a steady pulse just under the skin.

How can we not be the molder of the clay?  We are molding the clay...we are molders.  We are creating the ways, we are thinking the ways and carving them...we are creators.  We see the variety in things, the many, the mixed many, all the beauty in grey and greens...we are perceivers.  We've fashioned special time events to celebrate our humanity; we've written life out in books and carved maps into stones...we are keepers.  My mother still gathers the spearmint leaves from the garden to make tea, just like her mother did, and just as I do now.  We've collectively imbued so much love energy into the symbolic heart shape that it's manifested into a universal image to represent love.  We are holders.  We did that.  Together.  We made it. 

We can't help but untie the urge to continue meeting in the center of the circle with each other, sometimes even stumbling upon just by the gentle listening of another's story or thrown in from a spinning tornado of defeat.  I can sense when I am somewhat distant from the circle.  It's usually when I begin to look outward, point out whats lacking or whose slacking, and/or just peering through a lens that may be slightly disconnected.  Sometimes, it's when I begin to compare, feel motionless,  or feel stuck in the mud somewhere in a false pocket of empty space.  Although, I do believe there are gifts here too, it's a only a matter of time, that I'll gather that data and fling it into yet another real time experience.  Maybe there with all of you.  A collection of magic shows.  I happen to like my magic show and when it collides into another, I begin on a journey of seeking, learning or claiming.  And it's okay to steer away from certain ones.  You are a creator, remember?

It is for me to remember, that I share space with other creators as well.  And, we do benefit from each other.  We build that bank of memory and experience.  And all is ready, waiting for your shaping or reshaping.  For your re-telling and molding. 

It is also for me to remember that in difference there is a way to peer into it through limitations or with unlimited openness.  Depending on if I am trying to shape something, I may need that umph to catapult me into a new layer, a new way of seeing, a new beginning.  All difference is either redirecting you or validating your stance.  No need to label bad vs. good...that's silly.  Just re-route.  Step back, straighten out your hair, spit in the dirt, put on some war paint, glide into a newer time-space.