by Hiro Boga | Creativity, Soul
Every creation that serves an evolutionary purpose has its own soul, which holds the pattern for its perfect unfolding. That Thing that’s been tugging at your heart recently, or maybe for the past many years… The one that shows up in your dreams, that turns up when...
by Hiro Boga | Creativity
Here in British Columbia, we’re in the grip of wildfires that have devastated communities in the interior of the province. Although I live on the West coast, several hundred miles from where the forest fires are raging, the sky here is smeared a sulfurous yellow....
by Hiro Boga | Community, Creativity
That thing that’s been knocking on the door of your heart… That thing that won’t go away… That thing that you long to create. That thing that you run away from, find brilliantly creative ways to avoid… That thing. That thing will...
by Hiro Boga | Community, Creativity
I’ve been writing all day, and finally looked up from my keyboard to rest my eyes on the gray-blue mountains that float on the horizon. This afternoon, my study window frames a wide-open vista — sky a soft swathe of robin’s-egg blue; cottony cumulus clouds massed...
by Hiro Boga | Creativity, Soul
Consider your relationship with one of your own creations — something that emerged from your heart, from your delight, from your artistry, from your desire to create, serve, bless, play, explore, nurture and more. You loved it madly, at one time. At one time,...
by Hiro Boga | Creativity, Poetry
She hangs like a crooked brooch in a perfect, sable sky. Your fingers itch to straighten her, just so — a little more to the left, a little higher in the upper right-hand corner. Yes. But then, there’s her disappointing light, that shade of curdled cream, so...
