Saturday, March 16, 2019

On the illusion



Leaning in, the tree asked again: 
“You think you have *what*?” 
The spring leaf defiant: “Control.” 
“Ah, I see,” said old oak, remembering when she was young. 
“And when you let go, *you* will see, too.” 

This is evidence of more than a handful of attempts at control. When I finally let go of what I thought it *should* be, the base for a new tabletop stabile showed me what she wanted to be … although it took me a couple of hours to get there. 

Progressive frustration gave way to flow just past the breaking point. Sometimes I press so hard at the focused solution, I totally miss the opportunity of stepping back and allowing. 

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