Sunday, October 22nd, 2017
THE FEELING OF YOUR HANDS IN THE CLAY
Excerpted from San Francisco, CA on 8/18/01
Esther (Abraham and Jerry)
That statement pretty much sums up the meaning of life for me. At least I know that is how my life works. And I’m not one of the happier people on this planet right because I’m not sure my hands are in the clay—yet.
But the quote describes the universal creative process. There is an inkling, an irritation, a sudden interest, a nagging to explore and that is the beginning. It’s a combination of intuition and watching your own feelings of towardness and awayness. You will fluctuate so just watch.
Then things begin to gel and there is a sense of getting clear about what you want. Sometimes I have people write, without comment or editing, twenty things they want. I want—–. Twenty times. Then I ask for five more. In my life I do this and put the statements on paper and put it away to gestate. It is a declaration made to pull reality into being.
Next you need to begin to feel the sense of the new that is emerging. Sometimes you let it happen and sometimes you work to feel it by saying affirmations. But this is a letting happen, not a making happen. You will get whiffs, hints, of ideas or directions that make you happy, compelled, energized.
Then watch what comes your way. Be alert to tiny opportunities or to people or to book titles or to the sense of a door opening. I often get a compliment on something I’m beginning to do just as I think I am foolish to be doing it. That is what I call a slight kick in the pants to keep going. Or I will read a newpaper article on the exact direction I am heading.
Last come courage to wait a little, act a little, push the river a little, do nothing a little. This is a time of unfolding. Soon there will be enough clay to put your hands in to begin to form your creation of—whatever–a home, health, work, love, art, a new business. Dig in. Wrestle that play in to shape.
And know that when fruition comes, it also fades and back to wanting to draw forward the next act of creation, of being alive, of making of your life that which you must.
Easy peasy? Hell no.