Suspension of belief

Some times you let things go to hell in a hand basket. Some times you don't realize you can stop its trajectory and bring it back home or right its path. Some times you have to admit when you feel stuck or lost. Some times you wind up on your knees.

I'm at one of those junctures. Realizing I need to do 3 things: pray, breathe, and move. 

A prayer of thanks and a prayer of assistance. Move into an open space to give & receive blessings because you aren't alone in this... And some times your fountain of self belief needs to be fed by the well and wealth of those who have come before you, know you and believe in you. 

Breathe life into your work. Breathe in the love and encouragement you are receiving. Breathe in the pain and consternation of those you see and breathe out empathy and love. Hard comes in all shapes and sizes, but stop believing it comes in degrees. Heel digging on perspective only leads to a divide. When you breathe you aren't thinking of the breaths you will take tomorrow or how many breaths you will require over the next week to stay alive. You just breathe. Now write that way.

Move. To open yourself, as mentioned above, and to free yourself of your own stories. Moving stirs the ghosts of the past and the haunting of self limiting beliefs. "I am _ because I always have been" needs to be escorted to the door by evidence to the contrary. The fight is only over when you finish... Because impossible and stopping are not an option this time.