Find it, it’s a magical thing. Sometimes called The Zone, if you prefer. But I prefer the groove.
Sitting in the rocker, feet up, evening time, lights low, music playing softly in the background. Jazz playing, older genre, World War II era maybe.
Trying to find the groove, feeling it’s there, but fleeting, difficult to hold on to; wish it would stick to me, soak in a little deeper. Want to stay in that space, that mindset, feeling of peace and harmony and belonging, somehow.
Funny thing — I feel like I belong most of the time; but when I’m in the groove, all the more.
Get there. Find your path. Then go down that path frequently. Find your way. To that space. That place.
Satisfying. Nurturing. Soul-full. Good for the soul, being in the groove.