The Flow Feeling
There’s a character who’s on my side completely, on the side of my higher, more ephemeral self. The self that’s stronger than Evie, the evil inner critic, stronger than Princess Wah Wah, the inner grandiose victim, and bigger than Jenna, the merry domestic goddess. The character is a feeling — a physical feeling — more than a persona. A flow feeling. Weightless, ease-full, peaceful and exciting at the same time. It rides on the breath and visits when welcomed in. It seems to travel through my body in the blood, the oxygen in the blood, or some smaller molecule. Like magic.
It’s free and it’s all around. I’m gonna breathe deep right now. Just once, maybe twice. I’m gonna keep going.