I sit inside and I wonder about the weather
out there
Just there
Just outside of my skin
air
people
politic
metadata
Sometimes my internal personal space is a cabin
Sometimes it is a castle
I have to admit feeling lost in it
Not all the time, but enough to notice
Is this maturity
Is this personality
Is this introversion
Inner
Vision?
Keeping so busy
sometimes
I forget about the breathing part
It’s not about slowing down, though
Slow movement definitely helps,
sometimes
but it is not the key ingredient
Sometimes it is awareness
Sometimes it is a hammer
Sometimes it is patience
In the meantime
I notice the wind
Even if it isn’t prickling my skin
I put on a jacket
or take one off
But it isn’t the same
as feeling
the cold or the heat
Sometimes
I just sit inside
and consider
the weather
the climate
the atmosphere
