" Look in the junk drawer" came from somewhere in our house. Oh yeah, the junk drawer. Everything was possibly in the junk drawer. - first place to look if you remembered. And a fun place to look when there was nothing particular to be looking for. I loved the junk drawer.
Today I am looking in my sewing basket, my current junk drawer -looking for something. What is it? I find a glitter on a string, a string with a screw tied to one end and a loop at the other - hum what was that for? Thread of different colors crossed all over the place.
Remember, what am I looking for ? Oh there are tacks, can put them in the tack bowl - oh yes, I am looking for a snap or velcro to fasten a pocket in a bag I am sewing. I go back and forth to another sewing basket looking, sorting, "maybe if it is organized better, I will find things better" crosses my mind.
I find some velcro and tiny snaps - no - this is not going to work - more combed through the basket. I now see a zipper. It is a surprise to see it. It was here all along. This basket is not very big, like 8 or 10 inches, a tiny space, My hand probably has been brushing by it this whole time. Where was I looking that I didn't see that? Oh yeah, I was looking for a snap so my radar was not on zippers.
Thus the creative process goes on.
How much do we not see, or are still in certain parameters of looking. And then there is just that and not that that we become aware of, yet more is there, that we just do not see.
That is alot of thats
Or to be more exact we have by habit not considered to look at what else is there.
I gave some spiritual communication to a woman, and we were saying hello to her space - even though there have always been " things in her junk drawer " she was taught about some of these things, aware of some things, but not of other things
I saw a box of matches - "do not play with matches " was the message - a rule from childhood, yep that was appropriate then, but she is mature now and knows how to handle matches., and ready to take a step. With that communication, her spirit struck a match and alighted the space she had not been aware of before. Like a beautiful ring catching fire, she owned her crown chakra. for the first time in this life time.. There are no words for this.
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