What flow feels like

Another walk this morning. My mind said it was what I needed.

I feel lighter as I walk up the hill to see the view across London.

Space appears inside and I am rewarded by two insights into how I can improve the coaching from yesterday. Effortless improvement, no deliberate reflection required.

As I walk past a favoured oak, words appear and change.

Effortless.

Feels like magic.

Flow.

mushrooms inside a dead tree trunk

Another gift of mushrooms. Worth looking at dead wood at this time of year. The death of a tree is simply making space and providing resource for something new. Truly regenerative.

As I cross the road, I am rewarded by a striking tree that I only noticed this week (where have I been?).

I arrive home a completely different person to the one that left.