Flow feels like magic

Flow state can be triggered when seemingly random thoughts align. Or a unique personal connection forms. Or experiencing something wonderous or awe-inspiring. Which then encourages creativity and a joining of concepts. It awakens insight and possibility.

Creativity has no bounds. It can’t be contained or captured. It can’t really be harnessed. It’s pure and free. Colours are vibrant. Sounds are crystal. Conversations are rich. The body is buoyant, nimble. By its very nature it flows. For me, being in flow is awareness, presence, openness. A portal being opened for possibilities to move through. Ideas (little balls of light) firing off every which way. I am the vessel, the body receiving and interpreting ideas.

Light, energy, excitement flowing freely, through me. Energising. Renewing. Hopeful. Inspiring. Like I can do anything – but I’m only focused on what’s coming into my awareness, not goals or plans or aspirations. Just what’s flowing through me. It’s the absence of judgement and ego and negative talk. No limiting beliefs, or beliefs at all, really. No self-consciousness. Just openness for what’s coming in, for possibilities.

All one can do is grab the ideas for just long enough to jot them down, for further examination later. Not getting bogged down in the moment. No over-thinking, analysing. Then looking up again, open, making space for the next concept to arrive. Riding the waves freely and for as long as they last. Not holding on too tightly. Not forcing. Just free flowing.

Flow usually comes to me during times of creativity. Sometimes I paint, feeling the rhythm and movement, no end point in mind, just colours and textures. But mostly I write. Words flow through me and out the ends of my fingertips. I can feel them, the energy and light zipping around within me. I write.

Open. Free. Freeing. Possibilities. Energy. Light bursting from within. The most natural high.

As with all high heights, a dip occurs after the fact. I don’t believe you can sustain flow for long periods, like days on end. That would be utterly exhausting. But you can explore the ideas that came to you. The concepts that unfurled. The connections that were made.

At times you chase the rabbits deep into warrens that are somewhat tiring to crawl back out of. Leaving you feeling in need of rest and rejuvenation. But so very worth the effort. Worth stoking the fire and replenishing the imagination. Building in hopes of the next wave. The next spark. The flicker already strengthening, ready to be freed once again.

Flow feels like magic.