Grounding

Every day I slowly realise more and more just how insane the world really is and that it is a marvel that none of us have completely snapped. I have realised now that is why I write. It is the security Blanket that keeps us safe, the ritual that grounds us and the escape from reality so that for a little while at least we can pretend that our world isn’t teetering back an forth like a drunken hooligan deciding to walk the tight rope for the first time.
And other time the world is quite beautiful. Those are the times when the stillness of your mind and the first rays of sun radiating through the peeling bark on some arbutus trees happen at the same time. These are the moments that are worth trying to eternalize in writing.