This morning, I woke up late, I have a flight to take, and I'm not done packing up. That means I have to compress my morning practices in less time. Not doing them is not an option.
And obviously, the computer took ages to restart, and my little dog wants extra cuddles this morning. So, I'm trying to write for ten minutes, balancing the dog and the laptop on my crossed legs, looking at the stuff I have to squeeze into my luggage before me.
Yet, it takes only a few taps on the keyboard to find my sanctuary. Time slows down with my heartbeat, and for a few moments, everything makes sense.
The other day I was talking with a friend about inspiration. How often do we wait for inspiration to visit us before we start something?
Yet, if I learned something from this practice is that inspiration follows action. You start something, even if you don't know where you are going and what you are doing, and if you keep going long enough, inspiration will pay you a visit.