Introspection:
Examining the soul
Taking an inward journey
Looking within
Observing thoughts and feelings
Self-examination
Inner-analysis

Examining the soul
Taking an inward journey
Looking within
Observing thoughts and feelings
Self-examination
Inner-analysis


When you are inspired, the work of creating just seems to flow. It is found by you in connecting with “why”. It is remembering the vision and passion behind your goals or projects. Why did you begin this journey or project to begin with?
When you know the “why” behind the vision, the steps to “how” just seem to fall into place, and you’re working in a flow that leaves struggle, force, dread, and “this is just too hard,” behind. It is a joyful flow of doing what you love to do, or have the passion and desire to do.
Reconnect with the passion and inspiration behind what you are doing. Enjoy your process of creation and the steps toward your destination can come together effortlessly, almost without you realizing it. Be in, and flow with, the joy of creating.
Why are you doing what you’re doing? Why was a goal set to begin with? Why did you decide to pursue a dream?
I’ve found myself in the middle of some projects recently thinking, “What is it that I’m doing again?” It’s easy to see the work involved and forget the inspiration and passion that started it all.
If you have gotten bogged down with the daily grind… remember why you began your journey!

The saying goes, “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”
I had found “Something Old” and “Something New“, and then nothing ever jumped out at me for anything borrowed or blue. Until yesterday.
Maybe I can find something borrowed next 😊

From the 13th printing of Heigh Ho for Halloween by Elizabeth Hough Sechrist © 1948
A little witch in a steeple hat
Once tried a merry spell,
To make the hares come pit-a-pat
From dingle and from dell.
And pit-a-pat, beneath the moon,
The shy hares peeping came;
The little witch in buckled shoon,
She called them each by name.
“Come, ‘Fairy-foot’ and ‘Sparkle-eyes’!
Come ‘Fine-ear,’ ‘Bob,’ and ‘Bun’!”
They gathered round in mild surprise,
But glad of any fun.
And when she told them what she willed,
They stamped and leaped in glee,
And all their velvet noses thrilled
With laughter strange to see.
What was the prank, do you suppose,
And what the merry spell?
The sleepy owlet only knows,
And she would never tell!
-Helen Gray Cone

Gaze into the looking glass.
Upon the surface, first the outward manifests.
But, I am drawn to looking deeper.
Deeper in, the mysteries are revealed.
From the shallows. Into the depths.
You’ve now reached the Hallows.
What was hidden, is there revealed.

In a stillness
That isn’t silent.
In the silence
Which isn’t still.
Yet, still and silent are the waters,
Which soothe my Autumn Soul.
How does a silent reflection
Speak so deeply?
How can the still surface
Shift and change and move?
This is how the silence speaks.
How the stillness ripples.
Just for you, my Autumn Soul.
© Thela Foxgood 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
When is the last time you let silence speak, and stillness move your soul?