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.