Not here but in private, in long form, and in a way I haven’t written in years. In doing this, I’ve been thinking back on all the time I spent learning to get out of my head and into my heart and body, and how in the midst of that process my Akashic Records reminded me not to forget about my mind. Back then I was so fearful to reintegrate that aspect of myself for fear it would throw a wrench into everything I had learned about becoming balanced, connected, and, frankly, happy.
The past couple of weeks I’ve been spending hours at my laptop happily typing away, and not in the wild way I write when my muse is with me, but in the slower, considered way I go about it when I let my intellect decide how to arrange ideas to the best effect. This is a deliberate decision, made from the center of my being, not from the assumption it’s the only or best way to go about things.
I can tell how much I’ve grown from two observations: 1. I no longer need my muse to step into the flow without fear of the blank page. And 2. hours and hours of writing doesn’t leave me with an excess of mental energy like knotted strings. Somehow I am remaining grounded while leading with my head, and this feels like a win!