Look inside. The Universe is waiting.
". . . one must reach inside and feel. The moment the shock kicks in is very unusual feeling inside and all around you, and that is what you might reach into and feel. It is there just before the tears come, and the despair, and the customary depression and the giving up . . . ." from The Elephant Keepers' Children by Peter Høeg
At times one reaches a moment of fragility. Normal instincts recede. The brain blurs without direction. As in a gauze-filled dream, vacant space expands. Gravity tugs, then whirls with the scent of fear.
Rapid as a finger snap, opportunity flashes for understanding. Then, it clamps shut with a clack. Words flutter and flee when a haze of flannel descends. How does one cage the wind with nets of words?
Return to a time of confusion when nothing made sense. Define it from its source and also from renewed perspective. Take the plunge to write from the discomfort into the sunshine.
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