I haven’t posted much on this blog but that isn’t because I haven’t had creative ideas. More like a tangled yarn ball of creative ideas; the task has been to sort them into usable form. After the fourth or fifth person asked me if I was going to set up a practice again, I finally got the hint. The big question was: what sort of practice? My interests and skills seemed to be scattered across a range of services. The challenge would be to bring them together into some coherent order that I could present to the world (since marketing makes the difference between an idea and a living).
I knew I wanted to write, and to write things that are helpful for people. I knew I wanted to do some reflexology, but not just “working the points” on whatever set of feet come along. I also knew I wanted to do counseling again, but not just sitting/listening/talking for an hour at a time. So how to organize it all?
I decided to take a walk. I went to the South Platte Park in Littleton, a place I have driven by often enough, each time thinking I would stop and walk, but never did. It was a beautiful late summer day and I often find that walking helps the creative process. I was puzzling over what words to use and how to craft a workable marketing plan when I crossed a trickle of water down a wall of concrete and rock. I was distracted by the empty shells and claws scattered about—the remains of a surprising number of crawdads.
Hard work, and for no clear purpose, except, perhaps to clear the top and land in the still pool of water on the other side.
I think my path in life is not so hard. Just keep my feet moving forward and focus on staying in the flow.