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There is a lazy Susan in my head. It spins around and around, presenting me with infinite ideas, concerns, and undone projects.
- The teachings for the weekend conference.
- The adult son wrestling with his faith.
- The maple tree that leans ever closer to the house but also has the most beautiful foliage on our property. Do we cut it down or risk a winter storm knocking it down?
- The dog with the systemic skin infection.
- The friend who has been devastated by her spouse’s infidelity.
- National politics.
Those were the thoughts that roused me from sleep long before the sun swallowed the darkness.
The capacity to truly clear my mind evades me. Perhaps that’s why yoga, centering prayer, and silent retreats don’t work. Regarding the latter, it’s easy for me to not talk for forty-eight hours but seemingly impossible to silence the babble of my brain.
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