Hands shaking, limbs twitching, cells, veins vibrating, blood boiling.
Breath ragged, tears prickling, sobs wracking.
The physical shell spins
The mind reels
Emotions swarm and swamp
Even the calm between the swells a sad, dead place.
There is no taking a bow.
The dance is never over.
The dervish whirls and twirls herself into a tizzy.
from Abundance Created Together
Chopping Potatoes 
An apropos description! Wouldn’t it be nice if one could then turn in the opposite direction to unwind? If only it could be that easy.
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An intriguing proposition. I may have to think on that more!
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