We are a part of everything…
Everything is connected.
Sometimes, it doesn’t feel that way - especially for those of us who live in busy, buzzy, anxious, materialistic and consumer-led societies - but it’s true. When all the accumulated rubbish of our unhealthy cultures are stripped away, what’s left is Mother Earth in her place in the Solar System - her stately dance around the Sun, her Seasons, the stars in her sky, the cycles of her moon - and our place, as individuals, living in harmony with her, with the Divine Creator and with our own souls.
All the intricate details of my own personal, unique dance, are tiny contributors to a bigger choreography, a bigger picture - the infinite tapestry of being.
This doesn’t disempower me. It doesn’t make me small and insignificant. On the contrary, it makes me as vital and as startlingly wonderful as life itself. Every moment is a miracle. It means that everything I do, say, think, feel, is a part of it all, contributing to the Tapestry and influencing its shape and form.
So, I will run, dance and breathe with the rolling of Time and Space. I’ll ride the tides and feel my connection, being grounded with the Earth. I’ll “roll with it” and will do my best to be, in the knowledge that every thought in my electricity-pulsing brain and every emotion I feel, is becoming, as it’s formed, a part of the Artwork of Everything.
|Painting: "Atoms" by Ruth Calder Murphy|
Run with the rolling of the years.
Run with the revolution of seasons,
with all the hopes and dreams,
the tentacled fears that creep,
spine-backed through nightmares.
Run with the spinning of the Earth,
the undulation from birth to re-birth
and the tumbling recitation
- the precipitation of Time…
Dance with the reeling of the days.
Dance the gyration of moments,
the juggling of iridescent spheres,
the multitudinous parting of the ways,
the salty resurgence born of tears.
Dance with the turning of the moon,
the choreography of harmony and melody
and the stumbling to embraces
of liminal places and the mystery of infinity...
Breathe with the cycle of moments, days and years,
Breathe the turning seasons of hopes and fears,
Breathe Spirit, air, fire, water, earth,
breathe through dying; breathe re-birth...
Breathe with the heartbeat of Time,
the rise and fall of Life and Death,
and know, with every deeper breath,
the perpetual epiphany
of running, dancing, breathing, being
to the rolling of Eternity...
Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, “The Scream" and "The Everlasting Monday", several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website, or on her writer's page on Facebook. Her books are available on Amazon, here.