I am standing in the midst of an aliveness, and that aliveness deserves my attention, my respect and my care. It deserves my awe and my reverence. The stars are no longer cold, unknowable objects, scattered shining but ultimately lifeless across the vast empty distances of black space. They are active participants in their own journey of becoming. The insects and birds and animals are singing themselves into being. This autumn land is dreaming, and I am a part of that dreaming ... The world is alive, and in the infinite extravagance of its multi-faceted aliveness, it is full of mystery again.
Sharon Blackie, The Enchanted Life: Unlocking the Magic of the Everyday
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A common anxiety I have experienced since a child, which keeps me from going to sleep. I feel as if I am dying...which isn't happening, but the fear of it keeps me from letting go to the sleep state. So I consider other ways I might choose to die, and thus thwart this sensation. Sometimes it takes hours. I am so grateful each morning I wake up again. Simple but complex we are!
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