Relax.

I remember this feeling.  
The last time I felt this was sitting on the bow of a boat, riding along the black and red slashes of mountains that rise out of the Red Sea in Egypt.  
I was talking to a kind Egyptian hippie about a profound and abiding oneness, eternal connection, and about the stars.   
I felt a deep an abiding home in myself- stripped of my usual worries and trappings, I am perfect and whole as I am.   
I love this about going far away, to be reminded just how close home really is.
The first thing I notice is how long my neck feels.
I know that's a funny thing to notice, but stick with me for a moment:
My shoulders, having tightened for so long against my sea of troubles
Atlas and I, trying to hold back a tide of worry and expectation
Suddenly have the space to remember that 
What's the worst that can happen?
When you zoom out from your life a little:
What's the very worst that can happen?
And, there really isn't that much that I actually can't handle, and so:
I don't have to hold up the whole world.
I don't have to breathe every breath as if it was my last, either.
I can just listen to the sea and remember
We will all wash away.
We will all disappear
But for now,
I carry nothing.
And my shoulders are really far away from my ears.