This week has been, hmmm, busy. Yesterday, my stress level topped out and left me in tears in the middle of Wal Mart ready to pounce on the poor woman who had the misfortune to stand behind me at the lettuce counter. Every nerve as wound as tight as a soldier moments before battle.
Today it has been replaced with melancoly. Fatigue.
Then I visited my email and a dear friend had sent this link. It helped me. It will you too.
So, grab a cup of tea, sit down, turn up the wound and listen. . . . . .