I woke up a little out of flow. I could feel the constriction that happens after riding a huge wave - tide goes in and the tide goes out. And because that expansiveness and ease I feel when I'm in flow is so awesome, to be out of that felt so small and difficult. And I started to panic - 'wait! I'm not done flowing. Come back to me' I shouted at no one in particular. Sitting alone in my thoughts I started worrying that I'd never ever be in flow again, that it was a one time deal. 'Quick, grab a book. Surely there's wisdom there that will force your way back into it'.
And then I laughed.
Force myself into flow.
Haahaahaaa - not gonna happen.
I put the pile of books down.
The only way to get back is to let go. Surrender again. Allow the tide of flow out so that it can flow back in.
And as I felt my control loosen and took some deep breaths, I slid right back into the water.