Rhythm is important. Mine might begin at dawn, if sleep was deep enough and long enough, if I wake with a sense of productive dreams in the night.
Flow is allowing. Flow comes from being in tune with the rhythm, less in my head, but occupying my psyche. Flow can come out of longing. What needs making? Mending? What chaos could do with a bit of organizing? Paying attention tunes me to my internal rhythm which aligns my energy, allowing focus. Flow feels integral, organic, one thing into another, the ripening bananas on the counter suddenly becoming spontaneous banana bread. Banana Bread? I haven’t made banana bread in years but I was reaching for the flour, getting out the bowls. Then the damp dish towel was in my hands as I tucked away the pans while batter bubbled in the oven.
Action taken without apparent thought can feel so good; resistance is lessened, energy flows when the tension is gone. Flow is alignment not thought.
Flow feels like getting out of my own way.
See: Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience. Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi. New York: Harper & Row, 1990.
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Another beautiful, insightful post. Poetic use of words.