Woke up anxious again. It really is a thinning of the blood, anxiety. The sky is falling--or the ceiling. My check will bounce. My life will bounce. I lie there and become thinner than I remembered. Anxiety raises her flag but there is no color in it. A rock has agreed to accompany me during such spare moments. A powerful rock from a powerful place. Touching the rock, I did a meditation. Felt a little better then. Just now, a robin flitted to the fence outside my window. Landed. Flew away. Returned. Head crooked to one side. So light. So unafraid.
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