Page of Cups

I am being asked quite often where do the ideas spring from when I think of the path of life I am on.
Is it an intellectual process that brought me to the point where I can actually use my mental abilities to throw myself in the whirl and swirl of creating new things?
It's a long process and usually doesn't work instantly but if you think of getting yourself out of the walls of known world, the ambience that actually doesn't allow you to go any further - just start with the basics.
Basics? As in expressing yourself through an artistic possibility. It may by anything, it may be not what you think you are good at but still it is something you might need to consider when making first step towards releasing certain degree of tension of simply being stuck in the rut of similar or the same ideas that lead to the same outcomes.
The energy flows usually within a certain route and the trick is to drive it into another one.
The tool that we need to master here is our own intuition - that breaks through many obstacles like immaturity, passiveness and the fear of failure.
These are just a few of many but the most important point here is actually through the process we need to embrace, a process that includes hits and misses, mistakes and even to some extent failures can help us.
In the end we will feel that it is not even the goal that was important. It's an invitation to act. The elusive mystery of embracing yourself in an act of discovery.
As in Dead Can Dance song:
"Ulysses"

John Francis Dooley
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
And embrace the light
You have slept now
For a thousand years
Beneath starless nights
And now it's time for you
To renounce the old ways
And see a new dawn rise

In former days
Masks were raised
When the god came down
From off of the mountain
And the sacrifice was made
For he knew the day of wrath
Was fast approaching
Just like yesterday before the war

John Francis Dooley
The scapegoat has run
All our sins are disowned
And now it's time for you
To take off your mask
And cross the Rubicon

If you and I were one
Within the eyes of our designs
It would still not change
The fact of our leaving
For tonight we must leave
With the first gentle breeze
For the Isles Of Ken
We are assailing

Just like Ullyses
On an open sea
On an odyssey
Of self discovery