Thoughts and vulnerability
I woke up in the night and waited for the worrying thoughts to come in. But they didn’t. There was nothing there at all, no thoughts.
My mind was quiet. The house was quiet. In this quiet, still space, I had an intense and visceral sense of my own vulnerability. I felt like a small, soft animal. I felt my own fleshiness. Incredible that something so soft and so vulnerable could still be alive. That was it, the whole wordless experience.
Normally there are worrying thoughts ready to rush into that space. Maybe you have ‘middle of the night anxiety’ too? You wake in the night and the mind immediately looks for something to worry about.
This morning I reflected that perhaps those worrying thoughts are just there to protect me from my own essential vulnerability?
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