|Caspar David Friedrich, |
Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog (1818)
Exhaustion comes in a grey fog, cancelling impetus and outlawing momentum. The list of things to do grows longer in my mind, my emotions boil and seethe, and I find myself in tears over random occurences.
What to do?
I am learning to breathe. In, out. In, out. Long, centered breaths bringing life-giving air and calm into myself. What really matters to me?
To love and be loved. All else is nothing to me.
So I consciously lay aside my to-do list, focus on the dancing eyes of my lover, rest instead of filling my mind with the constant chatter of the world, and find a modicum of peace.
I am learning to breathe.