When FLOW takes over

Flow... the feeling of losing yourself in whatever you are doing... It is a feeling when the result becomes irrelevant, only the activity captures our full attention. It is the feeling that ONLY this matters. Of course, the results are disproportionately high.

Flow is when you experience the joy of simply watching the child take the first few tottering steps. It is also the feeling you experience when you climb the highest mountain you have conquered. Flow is the psychology of the optimal experience. It is pure and present experience of total immersion.

A teacher experiences the feeling when the class is at the verge of a breakthrough and do not even hear the bell ring. A surgeon experiences it when he is in the OR and everything disappears from consciousness except his hands and the patient.

A mother feels the same feeling in the touch of a small hand, fingers curled tight around her own. The father feels the same feeling when the son dons the cap at graduation. Flow is the unique feeling we can create at any time and in any activity.

Thinking back to today's OT, each case was different, unique and an experience of total immersion. I was in flow. I knew nothing else than what was happening under my hands.

It was a great day. And a blessed one. I am grateful... grateful for all the blessings. Grateful for all the opportunity to fell the mojo. Grateful for the blessing life really is.

Thank you God for the life we live. And the joy you give. Thank you God for the food we eat and the love we have. Thank you God for everything.

Spending a few moments in deep gratitude can transform our inner environment. And change our perception of the outer, too.

My world.

Life is great... the sun is hiding behind the clouds and the green of the plants is shining through as if they are lit from within. And may be they are. All the trees are full of young leaves that look golden green. This somehow lights up the tree. And if that tree happens to be an Amaltaas- WOW!!! Delhi is full of these wonderful trees with few leaves and loads of dangling flowers that take over the mind scape and the landscape.

The scene is surreal. The birds are also flying low- covering all the trees that the eye can see, sitting on the electricity poles when they can. So many birds! And then you are brought back to the reality of the moment by that insolent driver behind you who blows his horn so hard that you get assaulted out of your reverie despite windows that are rolled up. Why? The light is still red. There are a couple of cars and a bus in front of me. If they do not move, can I? Will blowing the horn get the first car to move BEFORE the light signal permits it to?

Why is there so much noise in our world? Why are the people so taken over by the need to be loud and to be heard? And is there a way we can find our internal compass and silence in the noise? Is there a place where we can find that light that seems to be coming from within the trees start to come from within us?

Where can we see our light?
Where will we hear our silence?
When?
How?
NOW?