…is an entry point, a place you might not usually notice…for a moment, it is visible. And then it seems to dissolve into the ethers, defined as “the essence of the universe.” You enter rather spontaneously or you might miss it entirely. A lost opportunity. Hesitation, over-consideration, distractions camouflage the opening. If you enter, you are in new territory. You can be certain of disorientation. Remember Alice in Wonderland and the rabbit hole?
I remember a time when I was hiking at Southgate Meadows on Mount Shasta. It was my birthday. A friend had tied a scarf, a birthday gift from her, around my curls and I had set out alone. After hiking a couple of hours, I came across a bubbling spring. The sound of it was like a herald. A man, also hiking, stopped and told me that this spot was a portal. He said that if I sat and listened for awhile, I might be able to hear the quality of musical notes that the water running over the rocks was creating. That a certain combination of sounds produced an opening, a portal. He wandered on. I sat and listened. There was definitely a music of sorts. However, I can’t say that I found the entry point.
In writing or painting, the writer or painter looks for a portal…an entry point to the story that wants to unfold or the painting that wants to evolve. I think that there might be two portals–one for the writer to begin writing and then one for the reader to be drawn into the story. One for the artist to enter the painting and one for the viewer to bear witness. Each entrance requires a surrender…which is the consent to be changed by something external to us.
Have you discovered such portals in your life, in your creative pursuit?