Sometimes I need to feel the energy of the Earth: my feet planted firmly on the ground, my arms around my favourite tree, the sound of leaves rustling, or waves crashing. Grounded.
Other days I am looking for a grander sense of being, of connection to the universe, of nothingness, of silence, of grandiose realism, and quiet fantasy.
Often I can sense myself floating somewhere in the middle. I question my existence, and keep on going.