There are time frames, like now, when no matter how hard I try to write it just gets harder. I focus my attention on the topic, I feel strong and confident, then… nothing flows from my fingertips. Cold as ice. I get up, stretch, shake it off, slap my hands together and start fresh knowing inside myself that I can do it. Or can I? The doubt settles in after periods of nothing. Depression sets in and I ask myself now what?
I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. I surrender myself. To thinking. To the process. To anything, and everything. I just let go. When I finally just give in something transcendental happens. The rich fabric of astrology and its symbolism weaves itself around me. Hmmmmm… don’t go, stay a little longer. Ahhhhh magic!
The moment I allowed myself to experience my emotions fully, and let them go, I settled back into a relaxed state and wrote. Aaaargh! Me thinks the Trickster is afoot again!
Spirit of the Mountain Astrology 