Frustration.  Can’t get anything accomplished.  The sink leaks.  The wind is too loud.  Where’s my black pen?  Not that one!  The Gelly Roll!  The crabby days are not pleasant.  Like Lucy in the Peanuts strip, pulling the ball out from Charlie Brown’s kick.  Monday morning, bitchy, itchy stay away from me.

Tasty.  Sweet, yet buttery.  Crabby days here in the San Francisco Bay area are bliss!  Tossed with pasta, on a salad, Louis-style.  Yum!  Date night, with champagne.  New Year’s eve.  Fancy, special, delicate.  Abundant.

Taking on and committing to a spiritual practice (or most any sort of discipline) can result in resistance.  Might even make a person crabby at times.  Especially on a Monday, for example.  Break it down - with a mallet - on a paper covered table in a Maryland bistro and take note of each tender morsel.  What’s really underneath the hard shell?  What treasure might be hiding in a claw or crevice of your mind?   What would it take to crack open your next great heart-opening, soul satisfying moment?  Make a list.  Write.  The words won’t pinch...but you can bite back.

Remember, writing practice gives you permission to write the worst stuff in the world!  Let go!  Have fun!  Play with words, images and erase punctuation from the to do list.  Mix things up and get back to basics.