There is a place deep within the human soul. It lies under the corridors of the imagination and is the font of dreams and magic. It is nameless, formless, and permeates all that we think of as human. Nothing is set in concrete. There is no “one” way, no pinnacle to reach. The boundaries need to be stretched, continuously, on the path of evolving grace, and beyond that distention is the intersection between lies and possibilities.
This is the space through which creative endeavors may flow. This is where the human meets the divine. Fecund, it pulsates with life. From its bountiful rhythms comes the primordial dance of life, hidden within its silence is the song of the universe. It is the ethereal realm of muses and angels, from it arises the enthusiasm to fly above the clouds as well as the ability to hear the soft whispers that arrive to ease a broken heart in the middle of darkest midnight. Sparking the imagination, it manifests as a smile that bursts upon the face for no reason at all. It can be wily and elusive, daring one to stalk it with the persistence of a hunter. It’s worth the effort. You’re always better for having found it, refreshed and renewed after being wrapped in its tender arms. There is a place deep within the human soul. I invite you on a journey to and through it.