The flow…

I imagine you've already met it somewhere. Or perhaps it's the vibe, the breath, the spark…

For a long time, I believed flow was a state of grace reserved for artists. That you could only taste it through certain activities : drawing, music, writing.

Shortly before writing «Happiness, My Best Friend», I lived through a euphoria without name. I didn't know what to do with it—there was so much energy running through me. So I simply let myself be, enjoying life in its quiet simplicity, until the day I received a clear command: write a book.

From that moment on, I took that euphoria as a sign: I was ready. And as the book unfolded beneath my hands, what had begun as mere euphoria bloomed into a vast landscape of exquisite feelings.

Then, when the book ended, sorrow came. I thought I would never again be granted access to such luminous territories.

But life held other gifts. It allowed me to expand my horizons: I finally found the strength to welcome those feelings we so often call dark—pain, anger, sadness—only to discover they can become true guides. And the journey carried on, more beautiful than ever.

I once believed well-being lived only in meditation. Cooking, photography, singing lifted me faster than any sitting ever did. Then came moments with children—a glance, a touch, an embrace, a smile. And I understood, finally, one day as I was watching the snow fall.

Flow gives me the sensation of coming back home—that home I long searched for outside myself, that home where I feel deeply, utterly safe, that home where my being can express itself fully, without hesitation, that home where limitations (fear, doubt, self-criticism, hesitation) become fertile ground for the most beautiful flowers to bloom.

Flow can reveal itself in infinite ways: through a deep stillness, a boundless peace, a wisdom that owes nothing to books or schooling.

More than that—I came to see that children live in a permanent state of flow: pure joy, untouched by worry. Flow is life itself, when you choose, with open eyes, to live it.

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