I have this calmness and clarity that I find most eerie. It is too quiet. The oppressive heaviness that is so common for me is gone and only part of me feels secure enough to celebrate. I will try to focus there rather than on the part that is ever leery of any calm. That part reminds me it is always calmest before the storm. Do I enjoy the calm or prepare for a storm that may never come? Today I am calm and clear. Enjoy the calm and use the clarity to unravel old wounds, not examining them, but watching them unwind and blow away.