You know, I thought that each moment I was creating my own reality. But I am not God. Maybe relaxing and allowing creation in all of its perfection from moment to moment would be more fun.

If I stop identifying myself as the creator, it is so freeing. I can give up the guilt and the responsibility. I don’t have to think about it any more. Then I can just be. Be what? Be a little baby just taking her first steps.

This is a discussion that I would like to have with a bunch of you who are out there. I am feeling my way through my own process of creating, what, well, everything that I have an influence on in my life.

Maybe every moment is a piece of art. Every moment intersects form and substance; movement; being. But it usually feels like movement of substance through form to me. Sometimes it feels like form coming down on substance like an encasing prison. Other times if feels like substance freeing up and going everywhere before it settles back down again wherever it will.

I am just playing with this now. Maybe it is best that I just continue to play with it as gleefully as I can without using my serious eyes to place all of the pieces where they “should” be.

What do you all think? Or feel? Or do?