Sometimes
the body and brain bring you to a place where there are no words, no ideas,
nothing at all to write about. Some people call it a ‘block’ but I call it
rest. I used to freak out at it. What, no production on demand? No control? The
will is powerless? Now I know these phases are to be honored precisely because
you have no control over them. You simply have to let yourself be in whatever
biological/psychic state you find yourself.
Age
has many advantages and the one on top of my list is precisely this learning to
allow oneself the choice of accepting whatever internal or external
circumstances one encounters in one’s journey through the day; to learn to actively
surrender.
This
does not mean one allows oneself to become a slug and a sloth. The inner
barometer always lets you know when you are being one. Keeping that inner
barometer well tuned is another of our tasks. For example I started this post
with ‘sometimes there are no words or ideas,’ but managed in a rambling sort of
way to come up with three very relevant (to me, and maybe to you) paragraphs. All
I did was open a blank file, like a door, and entered it. The rest just sort of
happened.
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