The day I wrote the zero draft for this piece was a day of struggle. I was tired and ineffectual, and I got little work done. I ended up frustrated: these are my old patterns. Why aren’t they changing?
There was little flow in my old patterns, and thus little magic. In the space I am moving into, there is much flow and much that is indistinguishable from magic. Nevertheless, my patterns are my patterns: it feels safest to do things like I always have, because I know it here. I know I can survive here. Unfortunately, my pattern has been to clamp down and let flow stagnate.
But it just can’t work that way anymore. There is a call that I must answer. If I try to ignore it, it will only cry out, louder and louder. Time to pick it up, rock it to calmness, tell it it’s safe here. I hear you. I’m listening.