Falling into the Sea of Cortez

single sandhill crane dances across the water for takeoff

“Flow is being completely involved in an activity for its own sake. The ego falls away. Time flies. Every action, movement, and thought follows inevitably from the previous one, like playing jazz.”

― Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

These are the most delicious moments: when I ease into a flow of creativity, becoming unattached to fear, happiness, praise, or any fixed identity. In a blink of an eye, I’m transport from a self-conscious reflection into a truer self who is free to move and express in a Sea of Courtesy. 

Flow is, I think, an easeful place of relationship with oneself where all the conditioning, wounds, and expectations of a lifetime are dropped like an old blanket, opening to a source of healing and regeneration.

How many times do I find myself blocking or interrupting a sense of flow?

What tugs at my fear of vulnerability?

At which point do I lean away from, instead of releasing into?

Who is determining how things should unfold or how quickly completed?

And why is she afraid? 

Photo Credits:  Falling into the Sea of Cortez  by Susan J. Preston, Baja California Sur © 2017, all rights reserved
Technical: Fuji XT-2