when I struggle with which words to say, I choose simply to say nothing at all. It comes across as shyness and a tad bit antisocial. But sometimes, just sometimes, my soul just needs a deep unresounding communion with the birds, the bees and trees to restore its equilibrium. I need to sit in silence with myself for as long as it takes to make sure I’m still okay. That at my deepest darkest core I’m still the unfathomable sea and events in my life merely ripples on the surface. Sometimes, just sometimes it is only by returning myself to oneness with creation and all things in it that we find our footing and sure way again.God bless you.