When you’re not used to it. Peace is strange.

It’s a feeling of nothing that is quite disconcerting: moving slowly, mind and body in sink, nothing pressing on the mind.

It’s worrying because I wonder…is this the start of a new bout of depression or some new psychiatric disorder…

I am grounded and I’m enjoying the nothing of mind, body, spirit. Grounded in The Now. The feel of my new extra thick socks, the bitter wind caressing my cheeks, the vision of the shadowy moon hiding behind drifting clouds, the grains of peanuts assaulting my taste buds in my creamy peanut punch.

No rush. No urgency.

The problems will be here tomorrow.


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