An ember sits in all of us, smoldering beneath the surface. We search everywhere for light, outside ourselves, in others, in illusions. But when we finally return to what burns within, when we tend it with love instead of fear, everything changes. The darkness falls away. Life returns. The fire illuminates not just our world, but who we’ve always been.
Author Archives: R. A. Brookfield
My Door
My first attempt at a full digital painting, inspired by the The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern.
Between Dreams and Waking
There is no such thing as fiction. Stories are a rich tapestry woven together by our dreams, inner worlds, experiences, love, and loss. They are not mere words to entertain. They are our keys to the real world. The world inside us.
Bound, Chained, and Confused
I tried something new; some ‘tough love.’ Kind, respectful, supportive, but also stern and final. I felt like it was working. But no…she stayed home again. Frustration rose up in me. I tried to feel it without letting it rule me.
Daily Reflection: Creative Flow & Structure
I emerged from a wasteland of rigid metal beams and concrete discipline into flowing creativity and warm light. But abundance brought its own challenge: learning that creative freedom without structure leaves us scattered. The real discovery? Structure and flow aren’t opposites. They are partners in wholeness.
Saturn Conj. Neptune: A Journey of Rigidity and Flow into Creation
Structure without feeling becomes poison, feeling without structure becomes distortion, but together they become cultivation. I spent years living like a Vulcan, valuing logic above all. But what I discovered through embracing creativity and flow alongside my need for order was something entirely new. A technology of consciousness exploration.
Detached Compassion
By taking on her worry and concern, am I not just amplifying it? Real support isn’t anxious concern. It’s detached, loving compassion. She would be better served by my stepping back and trusting that there’s a reason for this drama in her life, the same as I’ve learned to be true in my own.
Visiting the Tower
For years I lost time coding, assuming it meant alignment. But after two days of intense work, I felt empty. Then came the dream, a morphing world, a tower I couldn’t reach, an energy portal pulling me away. The next day, I closed my eyes and visited intentionally. That tower became the threshold of everything.
Connection and Web Rings
After a betrayal, my world collapsed and I withdrew. That darkness became my protective armor. Lately the armor’s falling away. People feel interesting again. I’m learning how to connect again. Yesterday offered two doorways: a small missed moment with a stranger, and a hidden corner of the web where authentic humans still gather.
Creative Intensity
Maybe the answer isn’t to stop this creative intensity; it is to learn how to move through it differently. I don’t need to hold the perfect system in my head all at once. There will always be changes, always be adjustments. That’s not failure; that’s the process itself.