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Originally Posted by Tiltyred
Music makes anything flow for me. I hate some aspects of my job with a purple passion, but if I put my headphones on, all of a sudden I get into a rhythm with the work and I start enjoying getting it done. The difference between music and no music is significant. So it doesn't matter the activity, what makes flow for me is music.
I once went three days without listening to music as an experiment. After that, I realized that I'd rather sacrifice pretty much anything before sacrificing music. I hate working, but I'd rather work and listen to music than relax without it.
"When a resolute young fellow steps up the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find that it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Othertimes I go to the bank and it is all dry and gritty.
But it is as though there is an underground river flowing within me.
The nicest thing is when I dip down into it and share it with you.
I try to share it with the bank clerk and the bus driver and the waiter, and it works just for a brief moment before they recover themselves, and we return to the nitty-gritty.
And then I make the mistake of trying to share a second moment with them, but forewarned is forearmed, and they easily fend me off.
The odd thing, quite odd, is that I lose all track of time and what may be an hour seems like five minutes - they say time flies when you are enjoying yourself.
So there is society around me that is alert to flow and fends me off.
But then there is also myself - I am well defended against flow - I consider all the dangers and limits around me for so long I don't have anytime to flow.
I think it is very nice when two people can flow together. They provide care and protection for one another - they reflect and validate one another - and together they are greater than the sum of the parts.
Game playing is a seductive impediment to flow.
Helping is also a seducive impediment to flow.
Ego defences are also an impediment to flow.
And after a while the flow can be blocked by the sediments of game playing, helping and defence of ego.
But flow is so delightful, all by itself, that it springs eternal - all we need to do is to listen - all we need to do is give it permission.
Lucy has openned a stall in front of my house. Lucy sits behind the stall which is embazoned with the words, "Permission Giver".
So I shyly approached Lucy and asked her for permission.