Reading With A Purpose: By Diane Maietta

My Gypsy Soul

Into My Creative Mind - Divinity in Wanderlust


“Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire!”  – William Blake, Milton {1804-1808}

I’ll tell you a secret about my creative mind…

These Reading with a Purpose (RWAP) articles never end up the way I begin when I write them.  

I start scribbling the random, philosophical thoughts mulling around in my psyche like they are the lines of conversations shared by other psyches around a mythical campfire that is always lit and welcoming … dropping words of deliverance, hopeful in the wisdom that may teach and guide my heart to the purpose of harvesting soulful ideation to impart for you.  (Can you tell I spent a lot of time alone as a child, reading and imagining?)

Photo by Vivek Doshi

Photo by Vivek Doshi

Strength of character, heart and soul are wonderful subjects to major in Life.

My bed and my desk are my sanctuaries of mental seductions and falling in love with the Beauty of Life that is the Eden within my Soul; littered with the petals of handwritten lyrics, essays of inspiration and books of my Spirit’s higher learning.  




And within what my heart wants to say, I try to catch those clouds of purposeful inspiration, and pin them down … and yes…I too try to hold moonbeams in my hands. (Did she just reference a movie in this?)

But the Gypsy …

I know it sounds crazy, but (thank God for the Crazy Ones) …

She dances in my soul and sings to my heart when the words are flowing right.  

Gypsies are from the Romani people of India, therefore, the gypsy in my soul and her Hindi origin is my confidant silencing the ego, silencing the ego, silencing the ego … my private confession of intimate tears … my mantra of offering.  She is my Shakti…my Shiva … I am her Arjuna.

She is my bohemian flirtation of art and music sublime … She is the literature of my poems and prayers that will put no bounds on my inquisitiveness to seek how to fly to the heights my spirit; how to be strong to fight the depths there have been to know.   

Photo by Darius Bashar

Photo by Darius Bashar

She is the sword of my pen … She is the ink in my veins.

“Like the best wine … that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.” – The Song of Songs, 7:9

She is my strength, she is my Tree of Life … Not bad for a gypsy, eh?

Point is, be open in your creativity.  Allow your inquisitive nature to be bold and wild … full of artistic expressions of the science within philosophy and spirituality.

The artists themselves are histories of inspiration…be bohemian in them.   

Whether business or pleasure … Feed your creative mind with energies that encourage you to grow.  

In adulthood, it’s not the body that continues to grow … it’s the spirit and soul.    

What beauty in your imagination sets you free? What is your “divinity in wanderlust”—that is your gypsy.

Peace, Love and Om,

Diane

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