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…
