Ground, Part Two
I spend a lot of time up in my head.
Thinking, thinking, thinking.
Sometimes I forget that there’s life outside my head, that my head is attached to my body, that I’m sitting on a planet that supports me.
I start my writing workshops by asking everyone to do what I know I need to do: remember the ground.
The ground underneath our feet, underneath our chairs. We sink down into it, taking a few deep breaths, letting go of our busy days.
Sometimes I give in to the impulse to take off my shoes.