Last week two friends from Colorado were here visiting Kenneth and me. I’ve known Sarah for over 30 years and our days together were wonderful, filled with so much yum—walks on postcard worthy beaches, refreshing ocean swims, rich conversations, heartfelt stories, special moments connecting with the land where I live, and lots of refreshing laughter. Their visit was good nourishment for my heart and soul.

 
Yesterday, when another friend asked how the visit went, I shared the joy and delight of it, and I also mentioned how I was ready to “get back into the flow of my days”.  
 
Pause here with me. What do you imagine when you read the word “flow”?  
 
Although you have a sense of my meaning from the context of my statement, can you truly know exactly what my flow is like? 
 
Naturally, “flow” has a unique meaning for each of us, and our personal meaning can morph and shift at any time. Metaphors are alive in us.  When we change, our metaphors change. And when our metaphors change, we change. 
 
Sometimes my flow is like a steady current that carries me along with little thought on my part. Other times it might be a meandering stream that invites me to stop and reflect or rest along the way. I’m often surprised at the varied ways flow shows up, in myself and also with clients.

Flow has been—

a beautiful scarf and floaty skirt
a gentle creek
a light breeze
a wild canyon river
a water faucet in a garden
a stream of sweet honey

Flow has even made her appearance as Flo, a waitress on stand-by with a coffee pot, offering a fill-up!