Flow

'm very lucky that there are quite a few activities which result in flow, for me.

Walking. My mind is always cluttered with lots of different thoughts and feelings. After about two hours of walking, the different strands seperate out and eventually run out, and I finally get to an empty state, a kind of moving meditation. Turning the world under my feet, walking a mandala miles wide and earth deep.

Dancing. Utterly immersed in the spontaneity, the physical movement, the power and the joy of connection with my own body, the energy in me resonating to the vibration of the music; it's the only time I ever don't feel clumsy.

Singing. When I used to sing in bands, I would always be so nervous beforehand I was nearly sick. I would tremble, awash with adrenaline and high voltage anticipation. But from the moment I opened my mouth to sing, an energised and focused calm would overtake me, and I would feel almost a sense of deja vu, so completely certain was I that nothing could go wrong. It was almost as if I was remembering it, rather than living it.

BDSM. I want pain in my sex, and sex in my pain. I need it. The pain brings me into the now like nothing else can.

Sex. Saving the best till last - my favourite. With my fingers inside her pussy, or my tongue flicking her clit, or his cock in my mouth, there is no other thought in my head except this moment of total pleasure, complete joy.