This piece changes every time I work on it.

I am continually called in a different direction when I approach it, tools in hand.

In the past, this frustrated me. I felt lost and tossed about. Now, however, I loosen my grip. I let the next phase and layer unfold, ease open, become.

This is a much happier process; and the results usually are less contrived and strained. They are relaxed, organic, and inviting.

Loosen your grip.

Proceed.

Progress.

Such is process.