Inside a place where people read, talk, reflect, write, ask for food and drink: inside a bistro. This is a virtual bistro, where bistro-like behavior will be collected and displayed through the use of the internet. I will likely be alone here in the Flow Bistro for a while. I didn't ask anyone to meet me here and sometimes sitting alone in a public place to write can be helpful. So be it.
I've been attracted to the concept of flow all my life, though I haven't used the name "flow" for the experience for long, less than a decade. I tend to seek the middle path, somewhere inbetween the banks, where progress occurs, but is not a struggle, somewhere in the flow. When I am inside of a current in life, I feel good. When I notice this subtle joyful feelings, things just seem to be in synch, moving in a right direction. It may not be "the" right direction, but it is good, nonetheless.
Flow is a fine term to describe the experience, but when I'm noticing and contemplating flow, while it is occurring, when I am in metaflow, my interest increases further. Where to document the metaflow? I'll need to sit someplace friendly, welcoming, with minimal distractions, though not completely isolated. I like to write in cafes, coffee shops, or a small restaurants. A bistro sounds a little special and different, from my usual locations. This bistro will be transferable, flexible, willing to relocate. This Bistro Flow.
When I say "the flowbistro" all together, it seems to roll out of my mouth, with a smile flashed in the middle of the word. Maybe the spelling should be flobistro. I find myself playing with the term: flobistrimo, flobistriamani, flobistrouille. A French/Italian word, I'm sure. Who says a name has to be spelled the same all the time? She is a new place, so maybe a pet name will emerge for her.
Time to work on some other things. I need to make a flyer for an upcoming writing retreat here in Charlottesville. There is a deadline. The deadline is today.
