During a psychotic episode – or, in this case, a semi-episode, it is as though a great window opens up and the heavens pour through – with all the light and wind and song and thunder of a wondrous choir of angels. There is so much information – more than the mind can possibly process – and sensations that flood my consciousness with awareness and drown my soul with sweet wine.
When I float back down to Earth, all I can do is lie here, baffled by my smallness and mystified by the experience.
Today is Monday, day 9 of this week, so even though it is out of sequence, I am going to post Day 9 of my original series. This would be, for me, the least burdensome and most generous thing I could do today.