
Beginnings, 2005
There are those sublime moments in time that possess an ease of movement, a flow, a stream that takes me on a gentle ride through all my moments, all my days. And then there are other times when everything feels jagged and forced, and so very UN-easy. I just had an ease-filled week, and so I am thinking about those weeks, that don't flow so easily. Wondering how I contribute (or don't contribute) to the ease or the un-ease.
My week before last was chock full of deadlines, of meetings, of time being accounted for on a number of different projects, and as one meeting fell apart, another one that I didn't think I'd be able to do, took its place, and when I was running late with one project, another project got pushed off till later, and like an easy ride on the bumper cars, I managed to just glide right through the center all the way to the other side, a few near misses but not one collision, no one irritated, everything flowing along.
So, I started thinking about how that ease could be re-created, how I could have more weeks like that, and less of the other kind. I am not sure that there is a formula, not sure that I can just snap my fingers, not sure that the perfect blend of the elements - timing, energy, happenstance and serendipity - can be engineered or forced to happen. But man, I'd like to bottle that blend of magic and send some to all my friends and loved ones, and save a few for myself...
What I can say "outloud" is that I'd like to have more Flow Weeks. In fact, I'd like them to occur more regularly. Not every single week, because then I would lose appreciation for the joy of the flow. But, I am saying that I am open to weeks filled with flow, where I merge off and on the highway of my life, with no jammed up brakes, no curses hurled out windows from another car hurtling past, a few potholes here and there, but overall more road side stands selling fresh fruit smoothies, and no lines to wait in.
I put great stock in saying things outloud. I believe that when we put our wishes and dreams out on the table: telling a trusted friend a wish or a prayer, telling our own selves what we are hoping for when looking in the mirror, singing our dreams to the sky, that those words spoken outloud can start the magic flowing.
So, I am hoping to welcome the flow of ease, and beauty, and magic, and beauty into my work like, into my whole life, on a more regular basis . . . anyone with me?
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