There are times when I write when the words seem to flow effortlessly from the ether, through me and onto the page.

There are other times when this is far from the truth.

There are many times when the experience is more in between; dancing in and out of ease and not-ease.

With regular practice, it gets easier to feel that sense of open channeling where I do not have to translate as much. Readings have a similar flow for me. Practice and experience bring ease and wisdom.

During the times when the flow is less than, it’s important to sit in the process and to be in the discomfort of the blank page, of not knowing what comes first or next.

Flow is not a given, it’s a learned process that comes from practice. It comes from leaning into discomfort and taking one tentative step forward after another. It comes from building trust with yourself that you will show up in curiosity, without expectation, and be present for what shows up.

Developing a practice creates patterns like a well walked pathway through grass. The kind of pathway your feet find their way through with less need to attend to each footfall because you know the terrain so well.

Meditation is a similar. In any practice you can find ways to anchor yourself, sit at the same place, begin at the same time, develop a ritual that let’s your whole being know it’s time to attend, it’s time to focus, it’s time to slip into flow. Eventually, it meets you, and it may dance away, or not.