Desire births energy.
I saw this phrase on a sign in front of a church some years ago. I was curious, so I called the church. I politely introduced myself, explaining that, although I was not a member of the church, I wished to speak to someone about the meaning of the message on the sign.
I wasn't quite sure what it meant, but I was certain its meaning would hold some significance for me. I was told someone would call me back. Well, no one ever returned my call, and two days later, the message on the sign was changed to something less cryptic.
Desire births energy. I often ponder this, especially now that I'm a mother. My nursling is almost a yearling, and we're expecting #2 in June. Translation: What energy? Cavemama tired.
Could it be this simple: If I want something badly enough, then I'll do whatever it takes to get it, achieve it, or make it happen?
Desire births energy.
Hmm...
So... desire gives life to energy? Does desire cause energy? Is desire a conductor of energy? Simple, right? Heh. Most days I feel like I don't even have the energy to desire anything more than, well, more energy.
But how much thought, power, effort, and skill could desiring possibly require? How much energy does it take to wish, to want, to crave, to long for something? And why don't I have the energy for desiring? Do I lack the desire to desire? Am I, perhaps, too pragmatic? Or maybe I just think too much.
Tangent: If desire births energy, I wonder what births desire... Creativity? Dreaming? Imagination? Experience? Memory? Or... is desire eternal?
Ugh. Cavemama off to think less, do more. On second thought, I'm too tired to think OR do. Cavemama off to simply BE.
