These poor little bears sat in a box for months. I see my table now, this new table in my new home, centered between two windows with the sun beaming in, and all the months that went by do not seem to matter so much. I am doing this now. Maybe it was meant to be done now.
Ah, but that’s such a cliché!
But truly, we set projects aside and feel guilty. The inner dialogue is thrown into a loop, reasoning that procrastination, incompetency, distraction, or laziness are the obvious downfall of an otherwise creative mind. All clichés as well, by the way.
No. The truth is simpler than that. We stop what we are doing when we are no longer moved to continue. Being, it turns out, requires a sort of natural, spiritual momentum. The momentum that comes from doing is of another kind altogether. And the momentum that carries a project from the imagination to manifestation, and completion, is not bound by time. Nor can it be forced by it.
To be continued…