Coming to my senses

Yesterday I snuck off to my little writing oasis for an hour or so of work. It was still raining  and cool, so I allowed myself a third cup of coffee. After the semi-tedious job of line editing, I started writing. Even though I had been looking forward to this work all morning, I found myself stuck at one point. Instead of checking Facebook, like I wanted to, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and started writing again.

With my eyes closed I could smell the candle burning next to me. I tasted the coffee on my lips and heard birds chirping over the sound of my music. I felt the keys click solidly under my finger tips and I could see the words appear on the screen in my mind.

When I reopened my eyes, I kept writing... and it was... strong! My block was gone (I had worked through it), and I gained a stronger awareness of how it feels when I'm writing. I carried that with me today, and even in the hustle and bustle at work I was able to experience it the way I had when I closed my eyes. 

My yogi heart is beating a little fuller at my realization, reminding me that I practice this awareness in class- and it's finally moving off the mat and into the world. Little by little, sweet heart, I'll figure this out. We all will.