A new hope

Evidently the Spring is finally here, and the Sun’s power is gaining its momentum, gifting us all in the Northern Hemisphere with the longer and brighter days, cheerful bird songs, and flowers blooming in the city’s parks - both on the ground and on the trees. Spring comes bearing many gifts - the colours, the sounds, the warmth of the sunshine on one’s skin , allowing one’s senses to delight and forget all about the cold and grey days of the previous months.

And so the new hope is restored in the minds and the hearts of big city’s people. There are more smiles, more laughter, more conversations are being struck up. In other words, once again - it is evident just what a difference a change in the weather makes on the human psyche, and how our moods are impacted by the seasons of Nature.

And as the Winter takes a step back, and the natural world awakens from its slumber, so are our creative juices coming back to life , helping us to find new ways to make this thing called life work. I am definitely feeling a lot more inspired and hopeful, despite all the doom and gloom craziness playing out in the collective.

The other night I have felt the waves of creativity awakening in me, rising and asking to be unleashed, to be expressed, or at the very least to be acknowledged. Creativity that has been blocked for some time now, as my system has felt stuck in many ways, while dealing with the chronic health symptoms. There is little space for the inspiration in those states, as most of the energy is spent on just making it through the day.

One of the cruel jokes of life on this planet, is a certain double edged sword; namely that the very sensitivity that allows creative people to be able to touch the hearts of others with their creations, is simultaneously making them more vulnerable to the aftereffects of the traumatic experiences. Sure, at times the challenges themselves can and do serve as an inspiration and empowerment, especially once we manage to overcome them, but equally they can drain one of the energy needed to even keep going, let alone to create something meaningful.

It is perhaps a spiritual battle some of us signed up for, a challenge, a quest of sorts, that has the ability to either block or birth creativity, or more like do both at different times in one’s journey. The former is very likely to happen when the person in question is stuck in the survival mode (aka fight and flight/freeze response), their nervous system is chronically dysregulated, and they are essentially disconnected from their True Self and creativity as a result.

But like all things in life, this too is temporary, this too shall pass. I know that I keep talking about the new dawn for a humanity for quite a few years now, but in my own life those things seem to come in cycles, just like it happens in Nature. Every descent into the Underworld eventually becomes an ascent back into the Light. Many teachings imply that the course of the evolution of consciousness is spiral shaped, and I myself have written an article exploring this theme in more depth before:

This non-linear path towards wholeness, finding one’s way back home to one’s soul again, is very much the essence of the healing journey I oftentimes refer to. It doesn’t matter how many times one ‘falls down’, the only thing that matters is that one gets back up again.