4. Where do we begin? A story of creativity as a language of Nature.

I wonder where do we begin when we are beginning again? Here we are turning directions to begin anew in the spiralic path of life, of exploring patterns of Nature as a way of learning within Nature. During a past spiral dance with the patterns we started with Vibration and then were drawn  back further and found condensing and expanding. I am tempted to start at this last identified beginning. But, this is an opportunity to collectively ask where do we begin? Or are we asking where is a beginning? Is there a beginning that precedes condensing and expanding? 

When I let this question fall into me, I first find myself wanting to look at the research and mythologies of the beginning of the Universe and pair those stories with what we know of the beginning of conception, creation of new beings. While the question does rest in me, my modus operandi is thinking, frontal, problem solving approach. I am excited and motivated and deeply curious about exploring what I know will be the tiniest tip of a mountain of material. This cognitive dive will be a source for imaginal consolidation.

When I let this question fall into me, and I want to receive information from Nature directly, I get quiet and still, today. What layer of me will I be awakened to to resonate in the field of the question? I find myself dropping into a cellular awareness and there is a hum with my ancient ancestors, the first breaths that created an oxygen rich Earth. Cells are a lineage line. I am pulled to go below the cells. I have this image of atoms – how the protons orbiting the nucleus are as far away as a ball orbiting a stadium when the nucleus is first base. Feels like a random recollection and yet with it, I feel like my bodiness drops away. I am space, atoms, everywhere and nowhere. Hummm humm. Here is lineageless and the source of lineage. How is this about beginning again?

Nothing to something. 

How does nothing become something?
How does emptiness create stuff?
How does space birth matter? 

When I let the questions fall into me, I let them move  me. It is as if Nature flows through me and the dance itself is the language I am receiving. Perhaps when you let the question fall into you, sounds will flow through you shaping and phrasing and showing you something about the universe. Or colors come and flow and shape and form a story on paper or fabric. Perhaps words flow as poetry, arriving not searched for. Is this generative flow, this creative force Nature’s language or one of Nature’s languages?