Flourishing with Sensory Processing Sensitivity
What It’s Like To Be A Highly Sensitive Person
An article that keeps haunting me, in a good way.
A scene that fills me with an emotion that isn’t on the feeling wheel: the moment I hear Maria’s voice noting her return.
Funniest scene ever.
What I’m pondering:
I haven’t written a single poem
I’ve lived humbly, reading the paper,
pondering the riddle of power
and the reasons for obedience.
I’ve watched sunsets
I’ve heard the birds grow quiet
and night’s muteness.
I’ve seen sunflowers dangling
their heads at dusk, as if a careless hangman
had gone strolling through the gardens.
September’s sweet dust gathered
on the windowsill and lizards
hid in the bends of walls.
I’ve taken long walks,
craving one thing only:
– Adam Zagajewski