This time of year seems rushed. I feel rushed to buy gifts and wrap them beautifully. I feel rushed to get a holiday party on the calendar, rushed to find a sitter, rushed to wear something festive. Rushed to have it all together. And here’s the thing. I don’t. I don’t have it together in the slightest. The other night …
Enjoy the audio version here: Faces, not the masses. It’s a phrase I’ve heard echoing in my head for months now. Faces, not the masses. That person. Right there. Her face. His eyes. That student. This child. Right here. In real time. It’s he or she we choose to see. I was reminded, once again, of this heartpat as …
Dry cotton mouth.
Racing heart… thump, thump, THUMP, THUUUUUMMMMPPPP!!!
We all know this sensation- the where in the world did this come from? feeling.
Whatever title we attach it to- scared, fear, anxiety… it’s all the same. It’s that notion that we are not in control and our body is reacting.