Spill is different than spit.
Spill has no confidence or projection. Spill simply happens. Most times, and what makes it rather unique, involuntarily. Involuntarily so, we spill. I do, at least. I tend to be clumsy. Might have to do with long limbs? Or short neuron connexions? Anyway, the fact is, I spill. A lot. You know, when I spill I feel guilty at first. Seems inadequate, inappropriate, imperfect. Something to hide and apologize for. What if, asks this Frist, what if the spill is actually the rock? What if the spill is the jam? Very liberating, because when spilling is welcome and even celebrated, I am a master at spilling. And I have a huge collection of spills to share. Right, they do look like accidents, they are imperfect, even clumsy. Uninteresting perhaps. And yet, when opening up to the possibility of them, of what they might teach, then, one might find peace of mind. Or of body.
Spilling away, Frist brings to you this month a video editorial on, you guessed it, spilling (click link video above), and a feature work in progress, on structuring and slowing down the spill.
Spill is always imperfect and in motion. It kind of laughs at you when it happens. It makes others laugh as well. Why would it then be so shameful?
So, spill rock it, spill till it hurts, till no spill no more. And you see, there is no effort or checklist involved. Just turn up the human, and you will spill it up. Naturally. Without coaching or manual. Spill be it. And tell me about it.
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