“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” ~Vincent Van Gogh
I hear a voice in my head, a voice which sounds like my voice. Who knows if it really comes from me? There was once a homeless man who turned his life around by listening to that voice. He believed the voice was God telling him everything. He wrote a book and went on a tour, homeless no more.
Sometimes I listen to the voice just in case it might be divine inspiration. Yet, sometimes, like Van Gogh, I would like the voice to be quiet. The voice is not usually telling me that I cannot do something, but rather that I must do too much. The voice sends out a list like a train running by; fragments like boxcars clattering one after another. It's a familiar sound.
Clickity clak, dog, dishes, laundry, vacuum, school lessons, get back to work, you are avoiding something important, feed the cat, more dishes, meal prep, clean up, sweep, omg the bathroom, ANTS!, laundry, exercise??? Huh? when will I get to do that alone? gosh the dust creeps back so fast, WEEDS! gosh the neighbors are going to hate me for all those dandelion seeds that drift in their yard, mow the lawn, geez when was the last time that boy washed his hair, fingernails? dinner, oh no! I forgot to take the meat out of the freezer. dang it all, when can I have my dishwasher back, it's been almost a year and I am tired of the piles that accumulate all over, note to self, be kind when asking once again to get the thing fixed, whoops I wasn't very kind....
Then occasionally, when I am at peace an inspired, calm thought will drift in. Sometimes these are insights or ideas that could only come from somewhere else. Like the title of this post. Love and Good News.
It's what the world needs more of. It's what we're all surrounded in if we choose to see it. It's what we can contribute to ourselves, our families, communities and the world. If anyone were to ask what I write about, I want the answer to be love and good news.