Home. Everyone is (or almost). Self-quarantine. A virus spreading all over the world. For real. Pandemic. So weird. Few cars on the streets. (Though more than I thought on the freeway.) There’s a little panic fluttering in my stomach. When I’m busy, when I’m helping, I feel good, I feel strong. When I sit like this, alone in my room, I feel like I’m in a tunnel far away from everyone, alone. That does *not* feel good. Then I feel spinning. Out of control. No footing. Nothing to hold onto.
Stop trying to grip. Go with the spin. Close your eyes. Relax. Let go. You are safe. And then it balances out. The Universe seeks homeostasis. Equilibrium. And now I feel connected. To the Universe. We are One.