It's harder to notice when you are out of the flow. The world is a little harsher, everything feels a bit clunkier, the physical is accentuated, like a TV with an overdone contrast. And yet, little by little, one can notice that one has dipped below the surface, and one's thrashings are accomplishing so very little.
From there it is only a shorter step to let oneself simply float to the surface and take a breath, or perhaps a gasp, of the life force. Welcome back to wonderful life.
It's so easy when you don't know how, and you aren't even trying to know how, because knowing how is not necessary. Knowing that is better, knowing that you are, knowing that you are real, knowing that you are part of the flow, and a part of the flow that does not need to stand apart from the flow. Floating beautifully.
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