I sit by the pool, warmed by the sun caressing my pale skin. A trickling waterfall, babbling with playful birds has been my social network. I close my eyes and breathe in oxygen that does not have toxins of technology and To Do lists. I am alone. Unplugged and at peace.
My Zen-filled fingers dip a loaded brush filled with ever-changing colors into swirls of paint. The muse awakens from within, my own fountain thrusting upward and out of the vessel. It doesn’t matter what appears on the page, only that it is authentic to the peace and emotions sprouting there. Perfection has no place here, my only audience is the birds and the sun. The Creator and creation are the same. If only for this moment, I am unplugged, serene and focused.
I open my journal next, words spilling on to the pages as fast as my pen can scratch them out. Free-forming associations create new thoughts, new ideas, projects and brainstorms, some will be discarded, some will be created, some will be brainstormed further. More creativity to follow. All gifts from the Muse-gods.
I am always grateful.
I hope to remember this feeling when I plug back in. I want to put a piece of it in my pocket to hold on to when I re-enter the fray of daily life. I want to remember that I can BREATHE unplugged, that the world will survive without me, that I will be okay without them….at least once in awhile.
I love my family, friends, and social community. I also love my tranquility, my peace and creativity too. I need it all. I seek the balance, of both being a servant and warrior in the world.
In fact, the more I seek to serve, the more I desire to be a warrior for love and peace, the more I must remember to unplug, to rejuvenate, to take time to reconnect with the Creator.
An empty well cannot quench thirst for anyone.