It intrigues me how often I think that if I “stick my head in the sand” that it is a “bad” thing. I forget that it actually serves a purpose. It is a quiet time (sometimes not so quiet) to allow the heart, body, mind to unravel the wonderful mysteries that it needs to in order for the creative process to unfold. The mind is the last to understand and if I am lucky, it never does. I feel gratitude as I shake the sand out of my eyes.
Playing Ostrich
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