Why is it that everything out there to be known and explored and sat with and talked about and pondered sometimes fills me with giddiness and anticipation and gratitude - a sense that the world is magical and its wonders exhilarating, inviting, and infinite…and yet all the same stuff makes me feel on other days like a child, abandoned in a monstrous, labyrinthine store?

I’ve been in one of the latter states of mind the last few days, shaky from glimpses of horizons I hadn’t known existed before - new blogs I’ve been reading, new books, new forays into Tai Chi. When I get like this I usually need to ground myself again in something small, something tangible, something manageable. The quotidian. Time to wash dishes or bake bread. If I had a yard I’d garden.

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