flow

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flow_(psychology)

A regular mentioned this the other day at Alice's.

I have to say that I enter this state quite often. Most noticeably when I was living in Florence a few years ago. Dianne would most likely attest to this.

Volleyball. Art. Travel. Excavating. These for me induce a meditative state of mind that melt the world and my troubles away. Too much of it is also quite degenerative.

A secret I've never shared with anyone: in high school, I was an inadvertent anorexic. Because of my passion for volleyball, and the state of "flow" I was in, I would often forget to eat. Exhausted, I would crash once home and fall asleep losing all my appetite and need to do anything but drink water, learn, and play hard.

That was why I tore my knee so terribly my first year in college.



No one knew. That was how I broke my own spirit. Florence mended and renewed it.