Earlier this week, within the space of 24 hours, I had occasion to experience shaking with anger, and, shaking with grief.

Shortly after the shaking had subsided — a great sadness released — something dawned on me, just as I was packing my motorcycle to return home, and, just as the sun appeared, from behind a coldly cloudy afternoon.

Both experiences were all about energy. And resistance.

Or, viewed another way, both experiences were a consequence of error.

The error of holding on to energy. Resisting. Rather than letting all things flow.

Both the anger, and the grief, were a release of pent-up energy.

Energy that would not have pent up, if I had not impeded the flow.

How so?

Control.

Trying to insert “me” into this world.

Trying to influence. To correct. To shape. To steer.

To control.

This holding on, this grasping, this resistance, this seeking to control things, situations, outcomes, it was this action of “me” — natural, though it be — that held up, restricted, impeded, the flow.

Like the natural “me” resistance in a wire, impeding the flow of electrical energy.

Lesson learned.

To let it all go.

From the get-go.

To remember.

To surrender.

To chill.

Like a superconductor.

And just … watch … the flow.