meanwhile

Meanwhile, I'm obsessed with the everyday. The feel of a blanket (dog smell or detergent), the texture of a freshly cracked walnut, the feeling of natural light and corner lamps, my feet safely ensconced on a village wander... Because... Maybe because I was numb before. What am I sounding like or looking like? I don't quite know and I don't quite care. Because... An inner journey is taking me to all my depths and heights. I'll check in with myself a little bit later on.