If the drafting is any indication, I am working on a major piece about struggle, and about releasing struggle. I'm not struggling with the piece, I'm happy to say, but it turns out that a major piece doesn't go from the zero drafts I started Saturday morning to a finished piece/set of pieces in just two days. But here's a taste of what's to come.
In last Friday's piece, I said that I was struggling mightily. And I was.
And then, later that night, for a variety of reasons which are turning out to not be simple to write about, that struggle pretty much fell away.
As the weekend progressed, I found a different type of flow than I had experienced perhaps ever, and that flow manifested in many ways, but one especially fun way was as the best bump skiing I have ever done. I really like bumps, you need to understand. I practice them a lot. This was a major breakthrough.
Some fresh snow had made the bumps nice and soft and inviting, but the breakthrough came because this new flow helped me see the problem of bump skiing from a new perspective. I recognized that I was playing out old emotional patterns in my day-to-day life that came from a world I no longer inhabit nor need to inhabit, but hadn't yet realized I could literally just practice letting go of. And that change in perspective led to some new understanding about the issues in my skiing, which led to some experimentation (which might be better described as play), which led to some, let's just be honest, straight up shredding in the bumps, like seriously three or four levels better than I had ever skied bumps before, which was so thrilling and joyful that I literally found myself laughing out loud.