riding the waves of magic

The other day as I sat down with my magical painting, I felt what it feels like to ride the wave of spirit and creativity. It is truly a razer's edge and that is why it is so difficult to ride. While riding the wave, one is tempted to cling onto the driftwood of concept or resorting to the security of old patterns and styles because the new wave is too thrilling and so dangerous!
And I go there... I find myself clinging and resorting, but then get back on the wave for my dangerous ride. I'm sure it's dangerous because it is the unknown and to the ego that is the biggest taboo. Freedom is dangerous.

I spoke of painting magic yesterday when I posted that last entry, but today I visualized living as if magic was happening every minute. When I breathed, magic breath was entering my lungs and sparkles of energy and light filling them. Maybe my imagination has been too lacking in the past. I did not see things this magic way. The thought of breathing was flat... like something I read about in my Biology Book. My life has been too much of this flat way... too flat, colorless, too little magic. I will paint magic.