I wonder why it is so difficult for my brain to let me have my sleep. Always presenting the same old story of worries, pointing to this and that trouble set. And at the same time the wise part of me reminds me that the world is well, mm.. at least my world is well for the present moment.

Perhaps.. 35 years of worrying constantly, creating a safe place on my own where I can sit a while, but never truly rested all this time, has created an anxious brain. The brain that knows best to look for a dangerous thing or potentially dangerous but also not knowing how to rest.

It’s time for the rest dear brain, the world needs the best version of me, tomorrow. I am grateful for today’s quiet rainy day…

Karin Sabrina