Going with the Flow…of Energy
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Below.
I’ve learned a huge lesson that you’d think would be a no-brainer, but not for me. I haven’t perfected it yet. Something tells me I’ll get the chance to try.
I am learning to flow with whatever energy is prevalent. This idea struck me about two weeks ago when I got a wild hair to clean and declutter right now. Okay, so how often in one lifetime does this hap- pen? Two? Three, tops? This is important, I told my- self. I hate cleaning and I’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 of walking away to calmer energies, I jumped right in, grabbed hold, and went where it told me. That meant a solid 12 hours of picking up, cleaning up, throwing stuff out, etc, with the arms of an octopus. I could not walk through a room to take something elsewhere without picking up a watering can or a kid’s notebook or cleaning a counter or putting away a dish or some- thing. It was hardcore ADHD energy like a whirlwind all over the house. Though five dozen trips through the same room were needed to finish doing everything that needed doing in that room and those five dozen trips were spread out over the whole day, it got done. And yes, there’s more left to do, but 26 super-lawn-size bags of trash later, there was a visible difference in the house.
The energy was one of serious housecleaning, both physically and emotionally. 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? The answer to that question was in 26 bags of trash. I did not, note, touch either girl’s room. 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 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. Who knows when, if ever, that energy will strike again?
I’ve had a few days recently where the urge came just to rest. Or just to write my heart out. Or just to relax and have some fun. Or just to edit, edit, edit. 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. I don’t have to summon it. It’s just there, and when it comes, it has a purpose with it.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to be thumbing my nose at my boss and heading to the beach, but I’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 I’ve convinced my- self I should be doing.
I’m finding that if the energy isn’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.