All of a sudden, the woods go silent.
All the others are behind me and observing my movements, however, at that moment, I am alone.
There is nobody else. There is nothing else but me, the bow, the arrow and the prey.
It’s an incredible feeling that words struggle to describe.
Like being out of space and time.
Everything is happening incredibly slowly and fast at the same time.
I look at the prey. I choose the exact spot where I want to hit and then we are one.
The prey and me.
I can feel the connection as if there’s no distance at all.
I raise the bow, pull the cord and then liberate the arrow.
I know where the arrow is flying. I know where it is going to hit.
I feel as if I always knew.
The arrow hits the exact spot that I visualise.
And then the world comes back.
The sounds of the woods, the voices of my friends.
I am back in the current space and time.
That was my experience of flow last Saturday. An utter sensation of just being one with everything. And everything happens effortless and naturally as if any obstacles have been removed.
It was not a pleasure for a good shot. That came only later.
It was a profound and potent sense of being whole.
It wasn’t the first time. I have the same experience sometimes when I’m writing, or when I’m immersed in a powerful conversation.
I’m still not sure how it happens.
Anytime I try to deliberately create that feeling, I fail.
And maybe that’s the secret.
It’s not about trying more or harder.
It’s about setting the stage and allows for the flow to happen.
For sure, I’ve learned a valuable lesson.
Knowing your goal with clarity is not enough to get it.
I must create a connection with it. I have to become one with my objective.
And then it will pull me towards itself.
P.S. Obviously, the prey wasn’t a real animal.