I'm moving into a place of change, and my mind can't stop chattering. I don't believe it should because very important are the things it is sharing. I finally took some benzos at 4am and started counting sheep. The problem with counting sheep is setting up the fantasy. The length and texture of the grass under their hoofs, the color, texture and placement of the fence, the softness and moisture of the dirt(mud?) they are leaping from. What about the sheeps themselves? Are the young, are they old? Fluffy or matted? Are they leaping the fence in joy and silliness? Are they just running away from something. So prior to counting the sheep all of these things must be addressed as well as what arises in you while exploring that. Two hours later. Smoke weed and the benzos finally kicked in.
Now I'm the girl with a bee in her bonnet, only woozier