Notes on Sensitivity, by the River

Gorgeous ones,

It doesn’t take much for my neural pathways to light up like a September storm.

Just the smallest piece of beauty: a conversation; a book; the way the light dances on the river.

Doses of euphoria, meaning + insight cascade.

I am so easily amused.

But then… it takes not much more before it is too much stimulation.

My brain becomes foggy, I start to shut down, I need to process the backlog.

Sensitivity is a balancing act.

Big love,