the food or the alcohol or the cigarettes or the pot or the drugs or the next just-right-fancy-coffee or the next shopping trip for the oh-so-obsessed-for-whatever.
It's about a quiet powerful lowing that is calling to us from deep inside, to find the ability to slow down and settle down inside ourselves, and sit for a moment, with the continually arriving hard bits, so they can quiet down and get composted, so we can get back on the path.
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