There are people and situations who are like rocks, so you flow over and around them. Love, like water, slowly shapes, erodes what is hard and resistant. You stay the water, you flow anyway.

There are places that trap water and create stagnancy and fetidness.  We bring energy and life force there, create a  jolt, a conscious change, and resume sweet movement.

There are times when the stream dries up, when its not being sourced.  In those times, we connect to what loves us and funnel it in, direct it forward, overflow the banks.

There are times when the stream forgets there is only one direction to go. The dying of its own identity as a stream, the merging into the river, the delta, the bay, the ocean. Into the one.

Never not connected. Never not broken. Never not love.

Just practice.