We enter a meeting carrying everything from before and after. The emails we didn’t have time to send and an argument with a friend from the evening before and what we are going to say in the next meeting and if we are the one responsible for dinner or not. Life is full and experiences keep happening in our minds and spreading like echo.

Some things have their own clock, sometimes predictable like a kid being born nine – ish months after being conceived, and some things not - like when deep grief suddenly loosens its grip for a bit, and you wake up without tears and just listen to a bird outside the window and feel something delicate and fragile and maybe its hope.

Why is it that something we did all the time, in our minds, with our bodies and language, as the obvious way of exploring and understanding the world, have become something we shy away from, expecting it to be unnecessary at best and humiliating at worst?

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