As I lay in bed, throbbing leg elevated and iced, I fight the urge to get up and hobble aimlessly around the house. I knew that I would be confined to bed after my knee surgery. I was looking forward to it, actually. After a busy holiday season of travel and hosting parties I was welcoming the slow down. I had a few books that I wanted to get back to, I wanted to write, I wanted to resume my meditation practice in earnest. Those plans that I had in mind when I scheduled my surgery may still come to fruition, but at the moment I'm hard pressed to find the motivation. I feel ants in my pants to move my body, do physical work and generally keep busy. Busy work is always easier to motivate myself to. The mindless activities of routine jobs is easy as I feel it's not really work, it's a diversion to getting down to the nitty gritty of progress and evolution of mind and spirit. The real work is in contemplation and meditation that produces the ideas that can then be manifested. To sit still and meditate takes my energy to the higher chakras levels and allows my passions to be realized and revealed to me. Only then can action be taken, only when I sit still enough to listen to myself can I see the path to take to manifest my dreams and ideas.