A state of equilibrium is far more intoxicating than one might realize.
There is a place, somewhere between calm and frenzy, that finds me most at home.
I don’t always need it to be neat, but I sure do love when it’s tidy.
Everything just so, without much effort makes for a sensation that everything is going to be fine.
Because it is.
It always seems to work out.
Things tend to centre.
What do I need?
That’s what will show up, every time.
What I need isn’t always what’s expected, but that is part of it’s charm.
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