During my time away on vacation I had planned to blog my heart out, to capture exciting morsels and post them. Who knew that there were places in the world that still don’t have easy access internet (and some of you might say Thank God). Well, Sandbanks National Park is one of those. So I will just have to hold it all in until I get home, which hopefully will be sooner than any of us expect.
This is a magic question. What do I feel like doing next? As is “what do I feel like saying next?”. The power is in the not knowing what will come from it. I can’t plan it, the outcome, or control it. It is beyond me. Bigger than me. When I get into the zone of this, this question then wait for the answer, then do what I am feeling called to do (or say), then a higher intelligence kicks in. I can trust that. Well theoretically I can trust that. But boy do I fight it. Instead of allowing this magic, I struggle, I force what I think I ought to be doing, I fulfill the obligation that I committed to 3 weeks ago. Three weeks ago when I had no idea what I would, or even might, be feeling in this moment.
And each moment it fresh. It changes constantly, and new information changes the old information, and changes the changes. It is very fluid. Very feminine in fact. And requires both trust, as I have already mentioned, but also surrender.
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