Flow is my word of the year for 2014. I've done many blogs on it throughout the year but as the end of the year approaches, it feels right to bring it up again. Especially at this time of year when the flow of my life can get more rapid with perhaps some rough patches like rocks, whirlpools and white water.
I see that I react to the holiday flow in two ways. Rushing and Resisting.
Some days, I get caught up in the fast and furious flow of holiday busyness. Making lists. Running errands. Dusting and decorating. Baking and wrapping. Now, all of this can be wonderful and joyful unless you're like me, rushing too fast to notice it all. I'm so busy trying to get it all done first, which begs the questions-who waved the start flag and is it supposed to be a race? The answers- I don't have a clue and no.
I get tired and grumpy and sick of all the rushing. So, I stop. I drink tea, put my feet up and veg out on junk tv. I ignore my studio work while I tell myself that it's the holidays and time for relaxation and rest. But what I'm really doing is resisting doing what I love which is relaxing and fun to stop myself from rushing around in a grumpy holiday haze.
Flow along with it all, whispers a small voice.
Ah. Ha. The light clicks on. Flow is, just that, flow.
Flow is all of it. Picture a stream during a year's worth of weather and seasonal changes. There are rainstorms and high rushing water. There's sun and heat and slow, muddy meandering. There are rocks and resistance. And sometimes, beaver dams, logs or debris completely stop the flow and for a while, the stream stops.
So, maybe, it isn't grumpy me or harried holidays or terrible traffic or junk tv...it's just life in its own winding way...flowing all along.