I remembered a journal entry from a journal started back when I began to wonder about living my work life differently. It was a Rumi journal interspersed with Rumi quotes and images that an artist had created. On a page in that journal I had cut out a pomegranate and its seeds and placed the image on a page with a Rumi line:
Though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
And in the article about the pomegranate was a description that I copied into my journal along with the note that I wish I Had written it!
“…glittering rubies, drawn into a smooth round purse. Inside the leathery skin, clusters of gently faceted capsules packed in a honeycomb arrangement are guarded by a cottony, bitter pith. The opened pomegranate, with its bloodred juice and its dark seeds spilling from ivory bindings, has been a vibrant emblem of fertility and resurrection for millennia” (Jonathon Hayes in Martha Stewart Living, December 2002, p. 220)
It does indeed seem a resurrection of fertility, of the creative, and it rests now back on my desk, red pencil through it, a reminder of the blessing it is and the call to make art.