Uprooted trees dot the streets as far as the eye can see, shards of glass shining like diamonds amongst the dirt. The people of the city have been out in full force, sweeping leaves into neat little piles that zig zag along the side of the pavements. And I’ve been trying to do the same. With my thoughts, my ideas, my dreams. Sweeping them back and forth from my heart to my head, and back again. It’s as clear as crystal, and yet why do I keep procrastinating? Why sweep back and forth? A scribble in a notepad here, a tripping over in the street there because my head got lost in an imaginary world and forgot to focus on the here and now. The ideas really are like these leaves, these trees that have been forced out of the earth by mother nature. My heart is the typhoon, forcing the ideas to spill out, battling with my head- the hoarder, who would prefer to keep the ideas safe in little caverns inside itself. Dusted into a corner for safekeeping, shrouded in a mist of ‘what if?’ I went and partnered with web design juno beach to create a website about my ideas.
What if instead of trying to reconnect these ideas back to where they came from, you released them? You let them fall out of the tips of your fingers into a notebook or onto a screen, and become something more. Don’t try and tie them back to their roots, your heart. Open them up to the world and let them fly out to land upon others who may need them, want them. Sometimes you just need to shake things up a bit to remember that old feeling of being carefree, of being renewed. Let your dreams trickle out and see what happens.
If you really can’t seem to uproot your ideas by yourself, maybe you need a little assistance. Do a headstand on a hill and feel the ideas slip from your heart to your head and don’t stop until they’re pouring out your ears, your eyes, your mouth, filling every one of your senses and landing on the grass around your head like daisies on a summer day. Slowly turn the right way up again and scoop up the ideas, and go. Make them a reality. Let the wind carry them up in her clutches to become a rain shower of inspiration in all the lands. Don’t let them sink back into their cosy nooks and crannies that make up your being. This is your chance.
And just like that maybe things will start flourishing around you. Those sneaky fears that hold you back, you can dust them into the corners of your core as much as you like, but the dreams that wake you up in the middle of the night and make your heart vibrate, those are the ones that need to take shape, take flight.
On that note, I’m going to go turn myself upside down and see what might float out from this overflowing brain of mine.