“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi
![A sign stating “Everything is going to be OK” hangs above a messy chalkboard calendar with numerous details written in and a wooden dry sink with knickknacks on it. A sign stating “Everything is going to be OK” hangs above a messy chalkboard calendar with numerous details written in and a wooden dry sink with knickknacks on it.](https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fbucketeer-e05bbc84-baa3-437e-9518-adb32be77984.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0cb31e4c-ff41-41b5-81eb-4c3925f79b11_1367x2048.jpeg)
In a crisis, my focus narrows. Time slows down. I can no longer think about next month, next week or even tomorrow.
There is only right here and now.
In a crisis, I cannot see the forest for the trees. Sometimes I can’t even see the trees for the needles.
But wh…
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