In an odd and unexpected turn of events, I find that I am out of synch. It doesn’t happen often at all these days, so it kind of took me by surprise. Usually, blood, brain, and being are in quite a wonderful harmony; each leveraging nicely off the alignment of the others and All Things In Their Right Place.
I’m just figuring it out (sparked by writing elsewhere that I was having trouble doing so, which is a good sign as it means things are already working their way back to harmony); I had an unexpected reaction to a combination of things and suddenly, blood is all zig-zag ridiculous while brain and being are standing to one side looking confused, askance, and a bit afraid for/of it. Hah.
So, ok, I know what needs to be done about/for it. Not a lot, really. Mostly just nod, smile, give it a hug and tell it that it’s ok; normal, usual, and perfectly fine just as it is. Roll with it, baby; enjoy the moment and don’t make it more (or less) than it is… and then, let it pass as all thoughts are intended to do.
There’s a lot of comfort in the simple reality that all things pass. That this, too, shall pass. Funny how impermanence so often angers me and yet, when I really need to find comfort in it, I can.
Breathe. Big ol’ lung full, slow exhale. There, there, dear…. pat on the figurative back and a bit of a humorous nudge in the ribs, it’s going to be just fine, remember?
Heh. A kitchen synch, now recorded for posterity (like it or not).