Nostalgia Be Gone - A Glimmer of Movement

"Welcome to Blogskippers Anonymous, please introduce yourself." "Hi, I'm Eric, and I'm a Blogskipper." (everyone) "Hi Eric. Welcome to BA."

Honestly, I've been blogging less lately cause the weather has been so nice, I've been getting outside more.....and I also haven't felt like doing it. There, I said it. It happens sometimes.

Now, a few of you out there probably saw that "BA" and thought "bad attitude". Of course I know the reason for this, but for everyone else, here's the deal.

For quite some time now, I've often complained, actually raged, that I keep hearing the same advice about how to move forward with my personal journey in a way that feels powerful and passionate to me. I'm not getting much of that lately, or at least I can't see it right now. And the whole concept of how our energy and the living field are set up doesn't make sense to me in some ways. I'm a former airline pilot and part of my psyche still loves knowing how and why, and likes to plan for things and feel in control. Just about everyone says to let all that go and just allow life to unfold and flow in the ways essential to me. Great advice, but so far I'm feeling more like a back-water than the main current if you catch my drift.

Part of my griping has been about how things "used to be" and how much better they seemed than stuff is now. My sauna experience tonight had to do with that nostalgic funk I sometimes get into. After my workout, I was asking my inner wisdom whether or not tonight was a good sauna night or if I'd be better served by showering and going home. You see, I actually do a fair amount of listening to my intuition, but for some reason I limit it to helping other people or to my own smaller items. The answer was "go home".

Just then, a song started playing thru my headphones; one that has strong ties for me to a time gone by. I immediately started to feel that familiar longing for the past. It also occurred to me that the nostalgic melancholy might be the reason my inner voice was telling me to go home. So I asked, and by golly, that was it. My soul knew that wallowing around somewhere two and a half decades ago wasn't going to be helpful or productive now.

So I took a moment to be grateful for the awareness and set a clear intention to enjoy the music in this moment without slipping back to days gone by. Then I checked in for a new verdict on the hot box, and sure enough, my soak was back on. Woo Hoo! I do enjoy my sauna time.

I spent a few less minutes in there than usual. After all, Summer is finally here and I was plenty warm already from being outside today. And I listened to a lot of familiar old songs, but I released their energetic connections to the past and just enjoyed the music.

With gratitude, I acknowledge the awareness received tonight and the evidence it provides that I'm actually still making progress in my own transformation, even if the current is flowing deeper than I "see" at the moment. The information I got came in a way that I noticed seemed obvious and clear, which is the way I prefer it to arrive.

I also acknowledge with gratitude and appreciation, those people in my life who have listened to my rants (whether they wanted to or not), and offered heartfelt advice and continued support. Thank you.

Food for thought:

Do you ever feel like your wisdom flow has stopped or even backed up?
If so, how do you respond?
Are there clues you can notice which shed some light on what's happening?
Who are the people who support and love you, even when you rant and rage?
When is the last time you stopped to acknowledge and thank them?