It’s more complicated than I thought.
When I decided to pause my morning writing practice, I thought it would be easy to start again.
It is not.
When I was a kid, we went to visit a big glass factory here in my village. They melt the sand and other materials in a giant furnace, and then the liquid glass goes into the moulds, where it becomes bottles of all shapes.
I don’t remember much of that school trip; it was almost forty years ago.
However, that is one detail that stuck with me.
That day I learned that they have to work day and night because they can’t shut the furnace down.
It takes days for a furnace to cool down when it’s stopped. And even more to start it again and bring it back to the required temperature.
So, it must keep running.
I’m feeling a bit like that furnace. I stopped my practice and let my mind cool down, and now it’s taking more time than I expected to get the inner fire blaze again.