I worked on a patent litigation case once where the months and years and rooms full of files and boxes came down to what the word “flex” meant.  The big fat dictionary says “to bend, to curve.”

Well, life gives us curve balls all the time, and I have to watch out for them and move my bat to intercept as best I can.  Or to move a bit out of the way so I don’t get slammed by one.  Today it feels more like watching the curve of a wave come towards me and allowing my intuition to meld with the curves so I too can cycle my water, choose my actions after letting the feelings run through me and around me and under me and over me and at me.

Am I the waterfall or am I crushed beneath it?  Do I have the ability to flex my heart muscles around seemingly opposing forces?  Those are good questions.

The truth test works pretty well for me.  I allow my imagination to take me down the two different paths in front of me.  One completely-feel my feelings.  The other completely–feel my feelings.  The path that feels more free, more fun, more loving to and for myself IS the truth of me and my being.  And if I indulge myself in the truth of my being, the action simply rolls forth with ease.

The ability to flex is about leaning in the wave, not trying to figure it out or convince it that it just shouldn’t bend that way.  By dipping into the side of the mountain on my snowboard, I get that pure exhilarating life of air and freedom.  Bending at the knees.