Getting a weirdly nostalgic feeling, as one might get from lovingly going through an old relative's photos in an attic.
But I have only been reviewing my own life.
I feel so quiet. I love it. I treasure these moments of peace and relative painlessness.
Noisy intrusions are not entirely absent. Yet I am calm. Did I finally eat properly enough? Are the chemicals in my body balanced?
It is ashwagandha?
Am I going in the best direction by doing whatever this is...an unexpectedly peaceful gratitude exercise?
Is an angel or good presence lending support.
What if I catalogued all the most peaceful moments of this life just to appreciate them.
I love them.
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