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Living Your Passion

Claude Monet’s driving passion in his later years was creating his garden at Giverny. He captured that passion on canvas, creating what was later recognized as a monumental collection of work, his Water Lilies Series.

Have you ever considered what kind of world would we live in if we all followed our soul’s passion? Do most of us even know how to hear our soul’s messages? Too often we manage to muffle them to the faintest whisper, burying our desire for deep fulfillment in some back drawer of our minds. Maybe later… And then later never comes.

Tuning into your soul’s passion

A quote from Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes:

“…One of the most important discriminations we can make in this [life] is the difference between things that beckon to us and things that call from our souls…
…When we are connected to the instinctual self,…which is natural and wild, then instead of looking over whatever happens to be on display, we say to ourselves, ‘What am I hungry for?’

Creative people tend to be naturally tapped into their soul’s passion and are driven by a need to speak it to the world. It may be about any number of subjects; for Monet it was his water lilies and the beauty of nature.

But, living passionately is not reserved for the creative ones only. Deep within each of us lies a deep yearning, a need to experience certain things, to feed our souls, and to express our passion to others.

The shift towards living your passion

What dormant passion lies within you, perhaps still untapped and unspoken? Humanity is experiencing a major shift right now, and it is taking place within each of us. Society as it stands says more often than not that we cannot live our passion and practically speaking make a living at it. But what if that’s not true? What if that is an old message, one we can make antiquated, right now?

What is your passion, that thing that makes your soul sing? Use the questions Clarissa Pinkola Estes suggests above, and jot the answer(s) on a paper.

Then start dreaming. Dream big. Claude Monet’s passion for water lilies could not be contained on small canvases, and later his art captured the imagination of the world. Anything is possible within the realm of imagination. Anything.

As the great author Maya Angelou said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

Dare to tell your deepest story to the world, starting now.


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I Am Ocean

Snowflakes
falling softly
tentatively
pure, white
innocent
new life.

I am one.

Earth
cold hard
dormant,
I land here.
I am ice,
I am lost.
I wait.

Spring comes,
warm sun,
I melt into
playing,
trickling,
tiny rivulet.

I am born.

Playful riffles,
gently learning
to flow
to maneuver
to be stream.

Time passing
stream is good
but I want more,
then suddenly –
rushing, roaring,
swirling, foaming,

I become river.

Sometimes sunlight
flowing smoothly,
other times storms,
rocks, gashing,
hard, struggling.

Learning
to be with rocks,
trees, sky,
other rivulets,
and streams.

I am more.

Time passing,
waiting and
wanting,
with a deep
hunger inside
for vast.

And finally,
I let go
of ego
and transform,
to endless, infinite
water ocean.

I die.
I am born.
I am One.


This poem is an excerpt from my ebook Our Beautiful Earth.

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A Little Love Story

Sometimes we discover love in the most unexpected places. So it was on that scorching April day along a dusty trail on North Seymour Island, Galapagos. It was not my first visit to the Galapagos, and it surely will not be my last. I love the untamed ancient beauty of the islands. On this particular outing I had joined a group to hike and primarily bird watch.

There was also other wildlife to enjoy, such as majestic giant sea lions basking in the sun on the giant shore rocks. Sea lion pups nestled in nearby crevices, and I was able to get within several feet of them. The amazing thing about the birds and animals on the Galapagos Islands is that they have no fear of humans. Close encounters with the wildlife are very usual. I was in my heaven that April day!

It was mating season on North Seymour, and love was definitely in the air. Magnificent male frigate birds crouched in barren bushes, with red breasts puffed out to attract the females. Several times I saw females approach the males, and a somewhat awkward tango with gangly flailing limbs would inevitably ensue atop the low lying shrubbery.

The other avian species profuse on the island were the quirky blue-footed boobies. The booby males exhibited their elaborate courting dance, lifting one bright blue webbed foot, and then the other, while proudly strutting around their potential mates. Their distinctive whistling enhanced the exuberant posturing. Our guide pointed out that the brighter blue the male’s feet, the more desirable he is to the duller females. Brightness is apparently an attractive sign of youthful male virility.

Boobies breed and nest only when conditions are right, and they scout out several nesting sites to choose the one most perfect just before the eggs are laid. In other words, boobies are not at all careless where they put their progeny. Some of the females had already laid eggs in nests under bushes along the edge of the trail, and crouching birds watched us carefully as we passed by.

As we curved around the far side of the island, I became somewhat separated from the group. I lingered near one large nesting area, as I found the bird population to be extremely colorful and interesting. I had just circled back to take a few last photographs, when I heard a little grunt from the ground near my feet.

I looked down, and to my surprise discovered that I had almost tripped over a female blue-footed booby right in my path. I was focused on taking photos, and she was squatting in a most unusual open area. As startled as she likely was, she did not budge an inch from her spot. I crouched down right in front of her and spoke softly.

“I did not see you there little one. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

She calmly looked me in the eye, and then slowly stood up. Looking down at the ground between her feet, she revealed to me a large beautiful egg. There was no nest built around her or her treasure. It was as though she’d been walking along the path and got caught by surprise, much as human ladies sometimes have babies in improbable places. What are you going to do? Babies wait for no one once they decide.

The blue-footed booby moved her gaze from her prized egg back to my face, just for an instant. Then she looked back down and a second time back at me, transmitting great pride. The moment was frozen in time. She clearly was saying, “Look at the lovely thing I have made. Isn’t it wonderful?”

I exclaimed over the beauty of her egg, adding that soon she would have a cute little chick to protect. I was awestruck in this simple encounter, so pure in its innocent love. In that moment two females of very different species acknowledged between them the magic of all creation. I was acutely aware of the web of love that connects all of life here on Earth.

Sometimes the infiniteness of the ocean can be seen in a single drop of water. The encounter between the blue-footed booby and I was one brief small exchange, and yet it had immense depth.

As unpredictable as love between humans may sometimes feel, in actual fact it is a universal law as constant as gravity. This invisible, powerful force draws us magically and inexorably together into the One. We are bound and challenged by it.

Ultimately that is why we came here, to learn and get better at love.

A Little Love Story © Susan L Hart 2017-2022

This story is an excerpt from my ebook called Our Beautiful Earth, and was first published in 2017 in an anthology called Seven Degrees of Wisdom: Welcome to Our Circle.


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Quiet

I’m feeling very soul weary this morning, how about you? The din of the world is wearing me down. I’m heading for my sacred space, “my” park with the beautiful eucalyptus trees and the river running through it.

Sometimes it feels impossible to make peace with our own thoughts, or the craziness of the world. (These too often go hand-in-hand lately.) What we need is simply to let go, to find a quiet space to relax and not think. Hard to do, but nature has this way of coaxing us to be mindful of the moment, the beauty, and what is real. After all, all of that craziness that causes us to come unglued is part of the man made matrix called society. Nature pulls us back to our natural solid center.

I’m longing for peace,
the trees feel my soul’s yearning,
forest enfolds me.


“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.” ~  Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” ~ Franz Kafka


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Embracing Our Origins

I feel very connected to nature and the Earth. How about you? If I had my druthers, I would spend the rest of my days exploring her wild places.

I love the below quote by Edward Abbey, notable American author and essayist. I do believe when we connect to nature, we feel the pulse of our origins. We somehow got this idea that taller buildings and more technology define us as more civilized. I would tend to disagree… It feels to me like society is becoing more uncivilized by the minute.

When we reconnect to the Earth and respect her in a way that she deserves to be cherished, it will be a big step towards creating a healthier, more fulfilled and truly civilized society.


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