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It is very slow today, don’t you think? The minutes seem heavy, lingering as though they were just having a nice stroll in the sun, contemplating a landscape blurred by the heat. On my part, I watch them go by as though I were a side actor in a George Gerswhin’s “Porgy and Bess” performance waving a hand-fan with the illusion of creating fresh air.
Have you ever noticed how life can seem so slow when you know where you are going? I am a very sensitive human being but I can get so impatient sometimes. I’ve read somewhere it might be due to the fact that linear time in the physical world is insanely slow compared to the instantaneousness our souls are used to since time doesn’t exist in the ether, everything happen simultaneously.
I don’t really know if my impatience is related to that or rather to my natural enthusiasm to experiment new adventures. I very regularly experience weird pushes and pulls in my inner energy as though my soul was expanding its love energy and my physical body had trouble keeping up with it. Does some of you get that too?
It is like in “Bagad Café” musical theme “Calling you” by Jevetta Steele: “But we both know a change is coming, It's coming closer, sweet release…” I feel something is calling me, like the Universe or my future self, as though I were suddenly sucked forward on my timeline, my guides adjusting my present vibrations with my future ones, quite regularly through music.
I like my future self, by the way, she is a phenomenal successful woman sitted on a bed in a beautiful white and blue palace hotel room. She is full of the love from the people she’s just met in her reading-conference about her new novel. She’s got tons of projects awaiting her, a great professional team working with her throughout the world, and she knows she makes a difference in the life of every person she encounters if only with her smiles and kind words.
I go and talk to her, sometimes, to know what I have to do next to come closer to her and she always tells me to trust myself and the Universe’s wisdom and timing, like my guides. I’m blessed with so many signs such as rainbows or mirror hours that I don’t even know why I still doubt but I nevertheless do.
I can get so bored with the slow contemplative rhythm of life, sometimes. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I am in-between activities for I am not, I have several books to write and seem unable to stop writing since I’ve started again. Writing has become my new addiction, as some joggers need to go running everyday. It allows me to derive my intensity from my body, to put it into words and let go of it for a while until it comes back later, like a literary tide. I need to put on “paper” all the stories that live in my head as though they have been stuck there for three decades and cannot wait to get out now. It is as though I had thousands children in my head eager to bodly go discover the world and live their own lives…
I accept my life in slow motion for now because I know the Universe’s timing is always perfect and that everything unfolds in due time in our life as long as we trust it. But it can be sometimes an real ordeal…
I would very much love to read in the comments if you have ever expected those seemingly slow periods and what followed them…
Lots of love,
Geay
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You sound very busy with your writing! I try to write when the inspiration hits me or when I come across my published poems from the 80's and 90's! I have been rewriting them or changing some words or changing the title! I have housework to do, and I need to go through my stuff and get rid of things. I donate to a charity! Or I have given a lot of old stuff to my niece and her daughter! I gave them an old tinsel Christmas tree, decorations and collectibles! I just have too much stuff! I just need some help but everyone is just too busy! I could probably write something about all my stuff! Perhaps a poem or essay! I did write a poem about my old scrapbook!