Creative Living · Faith · Life's Work · The Self

If Writing is your playground, take it seriously

lizmayv“Writing” can also be substituted with any creative activity you’re passionate about. Whatever it may be, I’m telling you (in case nobody hasn’t), it’s your portal to your own Divinity. It’s where you can be creative, candid, curious, fascinated like a kid again. It’s where your inner child never grew up to begin with.

The Divine is encouraging us all the time to go back to this place, to keep a part of us always immersed in this state because this is what nourishes us. This is what keeps us connected with our Power. This is what enables us to see the truth in our existence and in life as a whole.

I got this knowing after posing these questions, “Why am I suddenly writing again? Why do YOU want me to write again?”

I have always been a writer. I’ve been writing essays, stories and poems since I was in grade school. The people around me have always seen me as a writer. They read my stuff, they liked my stuff, they liked working with me. I didn’t have to do anything, basically, to make a mark and make them accept me as a writer. I simply wrote. I wrote profusely.

I read a lot, too. I read all sorts of stuff – fiction, non-fiction, texts in English, texts in Filipino, old stuff, new stuff, I devoured books and magazines about writing. I took up writing classes. I got rejected, many – too many – times, too.

I kept a journal quite consistently as well. Writing, to me, is as necessary for my survival as thinking. I think through my writing. I make sense of things by writing them down. I release energy through writing. I come to life by writing.

I access the Subtle, the Ethereal through writing. It is one of my connections to the Divine. It teaches me about forging and strengthening this connection. It enables me to get better at harnessing its force down to our material dimension.

It is my playground. It is where my Spirit can breathe and run wild. It is where my Spirit is unbounded, unhinged by fears and other kinds of limiting beliefs.

I have been questioning my own passion for writing lately. I felt self-serving that I was spending a lot  of time – too much, I would even say – on it. I berated myself with thoughts of playing small, thinking that I was wasting precious time on something silly. People around me no longer cared about my writing. My kindred spirits were all gone.

But then, the Divine explained to me why it was important, why I had to take it seriously. It is my intention that you learn how to honor your passion completely as well. It probably is your smoothest portal to your own Divinity. When you unlock that, my friend, that serves beyond just yourself. We all bask in each other’s light.

xoxo

sd

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