the whispering heart
I bought a book called “the Oracle” when I was in Brisbane. The idea is to quiet the noises in your head, take a breath, ask a meaningful question and then open the book to a random page. Each of the brightly colored pages have a message to meditate on. The themes include survival, karma, destiny, omens, love, crossroads, and truth. Upon reflection of the words on the page, the hope is to find the answer to the question from within. I consulted this book frequently on my travels as a source of inspiration to journal, but I have been hesitant to consult the oracle lately. Too busy to connect with myself, let alone the Universe.
I got home today and saw the book hidden beneath a stack of papers. Instead of my usual dance of avoidance, I picked it up and asked a question. Like countless ancient greeks at Delphi I asked the most timeless one I could think of “What is my destiny”? I flipped open the book, expecting no reply, but there, written in hot pink, lay these words:
INSPIRE and be inspired! How can you listen to your whispering heart if you’re constantly rushing about in traffic, in your head…in life? Allow yourself the time to breathe. Being still generates creativity, which only appears when you’re in flow or in sync. Being creative doesn’t just mean doodling on a sketch pad or tinkering on the piano (although those help!). Designing your life is a creative exercise which requires careful consideration-on an ongoing basis. And creativity makes for better decision making. So take a deep breath….
Not exactly as clear as “You will kill your father and marry your mother” but an answer nonetheless. My destiny is not written in the stars, it is determined by an artist living right here on this earth; me. It is a blank canvas slowly becoming smaller with each day I choose not to emblazon it with my brush. Each day when I am too busy, too tired, to scared to take a moment to listen to my whispering heart and follow it onto the page, I deny myself the creativity it takes to inspire and be inspired. I have been waiting for my heart to rise above the din of my noisy life and scream its song to me, but that is apparently not the nature of a heart. Its beat, its message is soft as a lullaby. It is quietly waiting in my core so that I must journey deep within to find it. To hear it. And to carry it back with me so I may share it.
