It's an awesome thing, to be in the middle of the maelstrom, the calm center in the eye of the hurricane. Watching the world spin off it's hinges like a some terrible carnival ride gone wrong. Separate, detached; I retreat into myself. There is a sanctuary, in the calm center. A secret garden. I retreat to that safe space, licking my wounds, with thoughts of healing & repairing and reconstituting a new configuration. Imagining another frame. "Keep calm, carry on." Yes, indeed.