I am not an expert on the energy body. But my energy body is maybe halfway present in my physical body, How to stay present?

Thank you to a friend for submitting the poem below. At first read, it felt angry. Second read a little less. Third read I agree. Enough...

A black marker mars my sight. How am I supposed to see my way through this murky world? I’m not ready to welcome it in.

Those three words are so helpful to hear when I’m struggling with self-acceptance. As a child I wasn’t believed.

This good feeling is healing energy bumping up against my nostrils and inviting me to steer this energy towards my heart.

I was 35 years old the first time I got angry. It took me being in a really safe place. But I was mad. And I let her know it.

I'm like a catcher. I choose what to accept or deny by gesturing with signals. The pitcher is life with its various fast & slow pitches.

Worry is an old friend who steps onto the carousel of uncertainty. Sometimes it brings its old pal, the finger picker, & then we have a ball

And my mind is on guard watching for the enemy of hurt, a hardened habit guarding me as a sentinel standing at attention

Knowing I am dying, enables me “more time” to live while dying.

It’s been 45 days of intense worry, concern and fear as I have navigated my way through this pandemic. Some days I am treading water in...