Unsticking

Are you stuck?

If you were, would you know?

As things in my life, particularly around my yoga practice and studies, and consequently my entire schedule and routine, are in transition, other things are beginning to unstick.

We have nice bikes.  We haven't ridden them in years.  Wouldn't it be fun to ride them in the park on a nice day?

Clutter. I don't enjoy clutter.  Why do I accumulate so much of it?

The box room is a mess.  It has been that way since a leaking pipe required moving several stacks of boxes from one corner of the room.  Some of the boxes are in my music room.   Oh, I could restack the boxes - the pipe has been fixed for a year.

On a desk in the music room there was a large, wrapped, picture frame.  What is that?  Oh, that's a nice set of pictures from a family boat trip when the kids were teenagers and Mom and Dad came to Alaska one summer.  It was in my parents' house, and I brought it back when we sorted out the family memorabilia.  I could hang that on the wall by the door of the music room - there's a nice space and it will be nice to remember.

Each little thing reveals another layer - something left partly done, or perhaps something that had some meaning but I didn't really know what my relationship to it needed to be.

It's so much easier to accumulate these things than to resolve them.  And to put things off rather than do them.  But the unsticking process has begun.

If you are stuck, do you know it?  It can just feel normal.  Then, something begins to move - perhaps some little thing, seemingly inconsequential - and then the stuckness in other parts of life comes into view, and suddenly everything begins to move.