The Knowing That Surpasses All Knowing

The mysterious flow of the Spirit Knowing

Today’s post is the next excerpt of the book I’m currently writing about the Intuitive Voice and how it impacts us in the studio and in life.

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Detail shot from The Transformation of Being by Crystal Marie

It happened again this morning, head stuffed full of the tasks of the day, coupled with my anxiety over events outside of my ability to control, and my own personal challenges served to create a log jam of thoughts as tangled as a ball of yarn the cat got ahold of. After staring at the page for what seemed like hours, empty coffee mug in hand, I gave up on anything resembling morning journaling and jumped in the shower. Standing there under the hot stream, I felt my body relax and my mind suddenly released an onslaught of information. Answers I hadn’t previously identified, bursts of inspiration for the artwork that was in process on the studio table, and ideas for how to manage the next years teaching schedule started pouring in.  

There is something quite magical that happens in the isolation of the shower, the steady rhythm of water against my skin and the feeling of being enveloped in a cocoon of white noise, my senses are automatically tuned to deeper listening. It is a running joke in some of my creative circles, that we step into the “thinking chamber” when we feel blocked. I’ve also come to learn how fleeting these answers can be, striking with sudden clarity and then, poof! Disappearing as fast as the mist on the bathroom mirror, often sending me streaking across the bedroom looking for my journal to record them before it’s too late.