A vague feeling of discomfort
Friday, 25. September 2009
- is upon me, you know? That sense that everything is not well with the world really but there’s nothing you can point a finger at. It doesn’t feel personal and it’s not a premonition. I just have a buried nausea, a slight unease, a hint of panic, a desire to find safety, a hint that something wrong is approaching from a distant, hidden place. Normally I would bury such a feeling under a brisk call to activity over something trivial but tonight it stays with me, despite a successful day and a week that was far better than expected.
I know there is intelligence living in our guts but I do not know what mean the messages it sends me, often sends me, usually unheard, while my mind tries to control everything.
