As I was walking Bruiser this morning, with an overcast sky threatening rain, I kept thinking about this--the process or whatever it is--act of God? blessing? mercy? dumb luck--of falling into something and not being hoisted out of it by nerves or distraction or duty or whatever. Just going with it. The "it" could be anything: cooking, reading, writing, walking . . .
It's not too long before we go up to Idaho for an extended visit. I tend to think of this place as conducive to flow. I think it's because there's a river. River river river I can't wait to see you.