Rushing Calm

Can you hear that?  It's the sound of my heart.  BOOM!  BOOM!  BOOM!

A feeling of confusion and panic overwhelms me.  I open my eyes, which have been shut for sometime, but that sound...oh that sound of my booming heart just won't stop.

Suddenly, I know why I was scared.  I was panicking because I wasn't focusing on the task ahead.  I wasn't paying attention because my heartbeat, my mind wouldn't quit racing.  Direction has no meaning.


Those sentences describe how I feel when faced with change, frightful situations, or moments when my imagination becomes my primary avenue of thought.  


This energy has to go somewhere; otherwise I'd end up running in circles for days with my hands over my ears.  So I write.  Writing allows me to funnel my thoughts into coherent ideas and turn small notions into grand declarations.   Carefully crafted or quickly scribbled, I always enjoy the sensation that writing brings...the rushing calm.