It's really rather a miracle. Out of the invisible nothingness, an idea appeared in my mind. It was just a one-stop idea that I noticed and then went on my merry way.

Then another version of the idea appeared, and I absentmindedly paired them into a larger idea.

That idea niggled and jiggled in the back of my mind until I took a small action to explore the idea further and found there was a need for it.

In an afternoon, the idea had taken shape. The form was clear, the content was clear, the way it was to be delivered was clear. It was written down. It had been born.

It was a miracle.

It's as if a small spark lights the kindling of our mind and when we blow on it even a little, it bursts into flame. Amazing!

How does this happen? What takes place that allows the idea to appear in the first place?

Each of us has a specific purpose in this world. We have been given the skills and talents and yes, the desire, to put our passion to work. I see the ideas as coming from the Master Builder. And each of us is considered a necessary part of the whole construction, the Grand Plan.

The Master Builder gives us nudges in the form of ideas. Sometimes we need two nudges. Sometimes more. Sometimes we take the Master Builder up on the idea and run with it. That's part of the Grand Plan. Sometimes we fumble the idea; we let it slid by us, and someone else picks it up and runs with it. That too is part of the Grand Plan.

But when it is our idea, ours to birth, ours to bring into view, how beautiful and miraculous is the process.

I keep a list of ideas on my computer desktop. Every idea I get I put down on that list. Some ideas have been there a long time and have not yet risen to the top. Others barely make the list before they take shape and form. But always, I write them down, for they are gifts. They come from that part of me that is creative, deeply in service, enthusiastic, and passionate. They are my Soul's gift to my life experience.

I think of an idea as a pinpoint of light that gathers strength until it floods the stage. It is a spark that flies out to hearts all over the world. It is a gift that is mine to birth, to give life to, and to share with others.

Ideas are the whispering of Spirit in my ear. I love the way it speaks.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

© Cara Lumen 2006