On the STOP technique, writing & week 41 of 52

all the things we forget as we walk through the fire

Yesterday, for a few moments, I stood with my dogs in a winter wonderland and felt held by the silence, by the snow-coated scene. My thighs began to prickle, and I felt total peace.

It was a single moment in which I could stop all the chatter, all the worry, all the planning, all the striving, and all the news. Reality was as much about what was within …