When Imagination Wakes Me
At 3 a.m., it’s not cortisol but imagination in disguise—whispering through undone tasks and shadowy corners. I rise, make coffee, and write. The mind settles when given ink and quiet.
Anxiety is the process whereby I make myself large and the world by contrast, becomes small The cure is Shrinking ourselves, and naturally rising to a different level of perspective The walls recede, I can breathe And the view becomes expansive The screams of the ego become muffled by the weight of the world I […]
