Glitched
The image I have in my head is the zigzag pattern on a computer or TV screen when the signal is interrupted.
That is the metaphor. The signal is interrupted.
For the last few days I have been feeling glitched. There is a low current of irritation I sense in my biology. Not just in my biology, but in my field. Technology glitching. Bad code written.
The reflexive response is to push through. To fight it.
Intuition says otherwise.
Intuition says to stop. Literally. To clean the floors. Clean out old files. Clean out redundant thinking. To open the house of my being and let a cooling breeze flow through.
Perhaps even to jump into the ocean and allow salt water, always amazingly curative for me, to take away the disturbed patterns.
To hold still and pay attention to the birds, the breeze, the sun on my skin. To not think. Or try.
If I do not attend to the glitching, then, like surpassed anger, it leaks into the spaces between my relationships. The signal interrupt becomes miscommunication. With myself and with others.
Our technology, our biology, our field, is constantly whispering to us as to the state of our affairs.
Glitching and signal disturbance are worth attending to.
Photo taken August 13th 2020
