He declined to FLIRT with the chatty BUNCH over by the bar. He was rethinking his willingness to CHASE or be chased by CHAOS. Perhaps, just this once, the only siren song he would heed would be the one coming from his cozy chair. A nice cup of tea and a novel? Ooh, now that’s seductive enough for tonight. And so, he paid his tab and headed home.

Georg’ann

Meditation STARE
Soft gaze to QUASH distraction.
CHAOS quelled, peace comes.

Heather