Going with the Flow…of Energy
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Below.
Iâ€™ve learned a huge lesson that youâ€™d think would be a no-brainer,Â butÂ Â not Â for Â me. Â I Â havenâ€™t Â perfected Â it yet. Â Something tells me Iâ€™ll get the chance to try.
I am learning to flow with whateverÂ energy is prevalent. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â This idea struck me about two weeks ago when I got a wild hair to clean and declutter right now. Okay, so how often Â Â Â in Â one lifetime does Â Â this Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â hap- pen?Â Â Two? Â Three, tops? Â This is important, Â I told my- self. Â I hate cleaning and Iâ€™ve always been a terrible pack- rat, so to get that kind of urge, that strongly, well, it must mean something.
The energy behind it was forceful, like a fire hose, and instead Â of Â walking Â away Â to Â calmer Â energies, Â I Â jumped right in, grabbed hold, and went where it told me. Â That meant a solid 12 hours of picking up, cleaning up, throwing stuff out, etc, with the arms of an octopus.Â Â I could not walk through Â a room Â to take something Â elsewhere without picking up a watering can or a kidâ€™s notebook or cleaning Â a Â counter Â or Â putting Â away Â a Â dish Â or Â some- thing. Â It was hardcore ADHD energy like a whirlwind all over Â the house.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Though Â five dozen trips Â through Â the same room were needed to finish doing everything that needed Â doing in Â thatÂ room Â and those Â five dozen Â trips were spread out over the whole day, it got done. And yes, thereâ€™s more left to do, but 26 super-lawn-size Â bags of trash later, there was a visible difference in the house.
The energy Â was one of serious Â housecleaning, Â both physically and emotionally. Â The approach I took was, if I were moving in a week and had no time to sell anything on eBay, what would I not take with me? Â The answer to that question was in 26 bags of trash. I did Â not, note, touch either girlâ€™s room. Â That will be left for them to do when the urge strikes (and may it strike soon, oh ye Goddess Hestia, hail and welcome!).
I could have worked Â on writing, editing, gardening, shopping, whatever that day, but instead, I just went with the energy and rode it hard to clean and clean out. Â Who knows when, if ever, that energy will strike again?
Iâ€™ve had a few days recently where the urge came just to rest. Â Or just to write my heart out.Â Â Or just to relax and have some fun. Â Or just to edit, edit, edit. Â Or just to go stick my feet in the grass or the sand and connect with the Universe.
I am learning not to fight the feeling, not to resist the energy. Â I donâ€™t have to summon Â it.Â Â Itâ€™s just there, and when it comes, it has a purpose with it.
That doesnâ€™t mean Iâ€™m going to be thumbing my nose at my boss and heading to the beach, but Iâ€™m going with the flow a lot more than I used to and taking advantage of the direction of the river of energy rather than swimming upstream to do something else Iâ€™ve convinced my- self I should be doing.
Iâ€™m finding that if the energy isnâ€™t there, it takes a lot longer and a lot harder to push through and make some- thing happen, but when the energy is there, everything is E * A * S * Y.