Uploading pictures to Flickr make me think about horse riding. I love horses and riding on one makes me happy. I am alive and so is my horse. Wow, great feeling. Apparently they tell you to ‘trust your intuition in new travels and endeavors’ (Ted Andrews in his ‘The Animal Speak Workbook’).
Those were the days, me and my horse getting somewhere. Now my horse and I have come to a dead end. Huh? Yes, I did that. Not my horse… I know for about a week now that I am not to write this particular report. I wrote half of it and then stopped. Did I tell them that I will not finish it? No. It is sitting here in the mac and I think about what is happening and why and how and where and what.
It eats away at me and I carry it around. The moment I realize that I am no longer thinking about it, it is back. Almost when you have the recipe to make gold. You have a list of all the ingredients and all you need to do is stir. The only restriction is that you are not allowed to think of yellow alligators. Guess what? Yellow alligators all over the place. Result: No gold.
It is an interesting phenomena that I know and postpone. I was aware that I was postponing, not willing to admit it. How many more of those ‘half finished-projects” do I have lying around. For one day I am going to finish it, absolutely. Or as a matter of fact all those things that I saved for one day.
When the time is right to write things, the weather is right to do that piece in the garden with the most ugly weeds, the clothes fit the amount of kilos on my body, the mood is right to write this particular piece on the weblog. The thinking about it takes my energy. I can better use the energy to do the things that I want to do.
It reminds me of something that belongs to Feng Shui: move 23 things in your home and you have a different life. You shift the energy. It seems I have some work to do. I am curious, I know the result. The thinking about it will stop and that is such a fun thing to look forward to. Me and my horse get to ride again. I saw my children yesterday and they played horse. They put a stocking as the hair of the horse. I had such fun looking at them, trying to be like a horse.
Thank you Jivanjili for your talk yesterday. You inspired me for new adventures.