He had not resisted-
He trusted the Flow-
and understood that everything
really was connected.
So even though he was supposed to be
working on something else,
he first wrote to her,
feeling that it might even fit into
the other projects.
And it was fine for a while
Until he sent off what he had written
and then began to second guess
and doubt everything,
He even sent off an apology
but even so he didn't delete the post,
but he did consider it.

He was dead in the water.
The wind had been taken from his sails.
There was very little he could do.
Writing was not one of them.

Eventually
(waiting used to be one of his strengths, but
it seemed that he was having to learn
to do it all over again)

Her kind and gracious words (he had started to write "gracias" hmmm)
came and relieved his anguish.

It seemed that a warm and gentle breeze had begun to blow.
It wasn't anything like the massive energy  of a wide open Flow State (see the book Flow)
but it was enough,
to get him moving again-
circuitously of course, but moving,
and very soon he would be on task,
but also holding her in his heart
as he worked.
Obrigado