Good Grief 103

There was the most spectacular light this morning.
This is completely as it was.
It has felt like a very strange and oscillating time.
Continuing a phase which seems to be more visceral and beyond verbalising.
The whole thought/feeling thing always fascinates me ... chicken and egg etc.
So much gets thrown up to the winds - expectations, experiences, interpretations, meanings, purpose, beliefs, needs, wants, thoughts, feelings - like standing in the eye of a storm and watching everything whirling and hurtling around the vortex.
I wonder about the ground.