Tight, clustered, fragile and stagnant.
How often a known way, a good habit and sure thing leads to the fruitless chasing of one’s tail.
Again and agin, we go to our ‘go to’. Well worn paths that we don’t even have to think about until we stop thinking altogether.
Every muscle needs a stretch. Every room needs some air. Every living thing needs to BREATHE.
Be silly, Mr Sound. Be sound, Mr Dopey. Try free-falling. Get away from you for five, ten, sixty or 302,400 minutes.
Shake things up.
Free your senses.