One Woman’s Quest for Spaciousness in New York City

A few years ago, I had a recurring nightmare that I was being swallowed up by New York City, the dizzying megalopolis I used to call home. The feeling paralleled a fainting episode: the cacophony around me began to retreat into a dulled echo; I felt light-headed and clammy before plunging into a free fall when blackness would hit. With the descent—with the sudden quiet and sensation of being swept into oblivion—came profound physical relief, as if I was returning to breath, the source of life... Read full article on  Mindful

-by Natasha Scripture
(First appeared on Mindful)