Deep water, a little deeper than you thought, 
Feel it going over the edge and just, 
Go with it.

I know the temptation to straighten the spines of men hunched from years of keeping nickels in their shirt pockets. To lift these wood men from the pines and, in one jerk, snap every bone, disk, and plate in place, like adjusting some rusty segmented piece of an erector set from the 1950’s. But the human spine is an iron rod and, when bent, needs time and heat to make straight, and it’s easier to fill front pockets with nickels than it is to make a cold metal supple.

My propeller won’t spin,
And I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?

On your journey away from anxiety disorders, you’ll face challenges that threaten who you think you are. Embrace them. They’re escape routes.

We woke just before the dawn, got dressed up among birdsong, then crossed that eternal lawn. Our heads were pointed skyward, and the sun, it warmed our backs and we wandered, not really knowing where it all would end. We walked ‘til the sun went down, walked straight toward that violent sound. The waves threw their weight around, and it all felt so simple, like we knew just how to be, and we smiled until the waves came and dragged us out to sea.

“It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky