#Fire of desire by the animationist full#
In pursuing my goal, I had run, full speed ahead, right up to the cliff-edge of the unknown, fully intent on taking that giant step. The fear of that unknowing can cause us to swerve off course, to lose sight of our desires. The Universe conspires to connect us with our dreams and desires in unknown and unknowable ways. We cannot always know the manner in which our goals will be realized. And occasionally when we take that leap we end up flat on our face just like little Ella. The path leading to our goals often requires a leap of faith along the way. It was not that my goal was wrong, but rather that I had lost touch with the guiding, shining light of desire that had originally drawn me to it. My personal sky had clouded over and I had lost sight of the star of my desire. A deeply held desire is a star that is particularly our own it might disappear for a while, but when the skies clear we catch sight of it again and recognize the glimmer.
To have a desire in life literally means to keep your star in sight, to follow a glimmer, a beacon, a disappearing will-o’-the-wisp over the horizon into some place you cannot yet fully imagine. In Crossing the Unknown Sea, David Whyte reminds us that the Latin root of desire is de sider or “of the stars.” He continues: Unfortunately, from there it is far too easy for our desires to become hidden from ourselves. We discovered that it is easier, less disappointing, to keep our desires hidden from others. As children and young adults, we may have reached for what we wanted only to be rebuffed by parents and teachers and bosses. I could feel its presence deep down inside me, but it was not actively fueling my intention.ĭesire can be a scary thing. A quick review of my goal revealed that the desire which had originally fueled me was hidden. Without the power of her desire, she probably would not have persisted, let alone, breached the barrier of inertia between her and the pink and yellow butterfly. How did her action relate to my frustration? Ella’s desire fueled her actions and propelled her forward toward her goal. Unharmed, but startled by the unexpecte manner in which momentum and gravity conspired to assist her desire, she began to whimper until I picked her up and, with a big smile, congratulated her on her courageous effort.Īs a charter member of the “there are no coincidences school,” I could not ignore the timing of Ella’s face plant. Just as I wrote that, Ella’s persistence overcame the force of inertia and caused her to fly forward toward the butterfly, landing face down, sprawled out, right hand beside her intended target. Aware of Ella’s growing frustration, I wrote about my own frustration with the speed at which I am moving toward one of my primary goals. On a recent early morning, I sat on the floor beside my daughter Ella, writing in my journal as she stretched and bounced in a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to reach her favorite butterfly finger puppet.
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