When I sit down to write, I can generally let it flow and get at least a few pages out, even knowing there will be plenty of editing to do.
But, when I sit down to write about myself, what I do, why you want to sign up for a reading with me, the pace slows to, well, a paragraph an hour or thereabouts. Sigh.
Today, I asked for help, first in meditation, then later during a nap (really). Both times, I got it – clarity about what to say and how to say it.
Being a mystic and all, you’d think I would have tried that before.