...the week slips by. On these long grey days, it's hard to separate the hours from daylight to night. I push myself to go out, to move, to get some energy pumping through me. My mind thinks too fast for me to keep up, and when I'm talking, sometimes I talk too fast, otherwise the thoughts slip away. I hear echoes of someone who used to say to me: You think too much.
Yesterday, a friend asked me to read the Tarot for her. That's when I realized how pent-up I was. I asked her to give me some time to breathe and centre myself -- and it took longer than usual. Nature is hibernating, but we have to continue, to stay awake, to live our lives and earn our livings.
Think less, feel more. Perhaps that's the way to go.