I posted this picture on Facebook with a caption "Inspiring one another to write" and was greeted by a suprise comment under it.
"For every time I read this the meaning flows, like a poem or a song, and what I understand interacts with various translations (Bing-translations) of words. I like the meaning, the various meanings it offers me and I try to bring a thought to my own writing, to my own language.
As I celebrate with you what I can not fully understand.
And this time around, when I re-read this now - I realize that I too have a story from my childhood, from my beloved grandmother's house about a broken tusk.... As the thoughts, the connections go back and forth between us, from your country to my country, my continent to your content - and back again. Thank you!"
This stream-of-consciousness insight from my beloved friend Maria Sundfeldt of Sweden, shot through me a "lightning flash" of inspiration.
Only the other day I had been celebrating our inter-connections and how our collaboration of fine art could create way more meaning for the world, than each of our individual journeys in isolation. Since that day, I have found so many "chance" connections that I have stopped believing in chance itself. There has to be a purpose! A profound one. Our own, directed by the highest part of our collective being. I had introduced the concept as Mutual Inspiration Monday - in tune with all the Throwback Thursdays and Flashback Fridays that have become a weekly ritual on social media. We stand on the shoulders of the best that is behind, to take our great leap forward. And we do this in synergy.
I am reading this wonderful comment over again and each phrase stands by itself ringing out a resounding message as I strike it, ever so gently, with my metaphorical gong.
In particular, "As I celebrate with you what I can not fully understand " comes back over and over to tell me that we understand a mere fraction of all that we embrace and experience. Not only Maria with respect to a celebration of Ganesha's birthday and the legend of his broken tusk - a tale from a country and culture that are several thousand miles away from her in physical distance, yet joined to her at the heart - but each of us with respect to even the simplest tasks we carry out. We celebrate even as we don't fully understand. And we inspire even as we are often not aware of doing so!
The streams and rivers of understanding do flow back and forth between continents and countries, girdling the universe with their dynamic network and taking us to new levels in our journey towards fullness.
And I want you my dear friend Maria, to share the story from your grandmother's house about the broken tusk. It will be the subject of a sequel to this post.
Stay with us readers as we share our tales and write them in consonance.
