Now is the perfect time for this. I’m in my kitchen at 6am and no-one else is awake. I don’t feel I’m in any sort of flow. I’m about to go to work—to teach English in a state secondary school as I have for the last 15 or more years, and despite having just done 30 minutes of Astanga yoga followed by meditation, I can’t say I feel especially ‘flowy.’ But here it is: me in the flow, whatever my body is doing, whatever the muscles in my back and belly that announce the tension. And all of a sudden I feel the judgment cease, and I’m here: with the roses on the windowsill almost past their best, the sound of the fridge, the early mist outside the window. I have made a start. Knowing this: a joy, a release. Here it is: flow.