Picking Up the Tempo

I’ve felt out of sorts lately.

A shimmering, opaque dissonance separating me from presence, joy, and decisiveness.

A sense of something missing - or maybe something misplaced. I wrote a musing about this feeling; a kind of spiritual version of losing my keys …

I’ve felt some guilt for having this feeling. When I take inventory of my life, I’m deeply grateful for the extraordinary abundance of love, passion, opportunity, and connections. I have an amazing life. So who am I to complain or doubt?

But this feeling is quite real. It has affected my creativity, my confidence, my courage, my productivity. I’m weary, jumpy, uncertain. It would be easy to write it off as stress-based depression, but my soul knows it’s more than that.

I did not forget how to be curious, so in recent days, I’ve been able to give structure and word to the feeling …

I’m out of beat with the rhythm and the tempo of the spiritual realm.