The Earth in Fragments

Kristen Larsen Psy.D.
Eating Mindfully




The Earth in Fragments

A beautiful place, a soulless soul.

Posted May 04, 2021
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As the year ends and the moon turns into a ghost, we awaken to a world in tachy-turquoise and a diamond black. The parched, half-destroyed trees and shrubs of old age begin to redden in the glow of autumn gray. The cardinal star of the season, the ultimate organic fruit, begins to leak into the world of living things, like water crystals colloquially named snowshoe, hazel, and ash.

I wake every evening, groggening with shoulders hunched over the kitchen sink, the obligatory coffee href="https://twincitiespsychologists.com/blog/Happiness_well-being_and_forgiveness-os6tJZZq"> pot chatter, and the slightest open window on the smashed ceramic dream house in my neighborhood. I am lazy. No more frames. No more thoughts. I limp to the bathroom, unbutton my sweat, and throw on a cold damp rag-blanket for good sleep.

No more talking. I sink into the nearest sink, filling my wooden mug with the brightest shade of polished wood that will—eventually—come alive in the reddening glow of dawn.
No more commuting. I live in my own brain, an endless Array C design free from all the mouths of my fellow citizens excited to talk about coffee whenever they want.

I sink back into the world of people who have sent me cards, inviting me to appear by the dimly lit, heavy wooden magic mirror by the mailbox. Inside the house, I hear the same familiar music, the same hymn to sing along.
I am the Stuff of Life.

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Stay tuned for part 2 in which Dr. Rein examines specific ways we can slow down time, reflect and even rewind – a thing we usually think can’t do. Dr.