I’ve fallen off the wagon this month. I lost the essence of my practice somewhere in the midst of hectic schedules and mounting deadlines. My focus turned hard and impatient. Perhaps it is that time of year, beginning the transition from winter into spring. I know there is deep work moving through the roots of my practice but I’m itching to see some sprouts.
My focus has been forced and rigid. This type of tunnel vision works well with my brain and gets results in the daily grind. It connects with my body and mind but it eludes, or really, excludes my heart and soul.