It's the terrifying season of receive-mode. Mornings are most difficult. I feel ungrateful complaining but this is the way it is. Romeo and I took a long walk to the pond and that cheered me up. Now back home I am once again eager to escape my head. I worry about everything. I vacillate between grieving the past and the future while struggling to be in the present. This is why a walk or a swim is helpful. The effects may be subtle but it is about taking refuge in the body.
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