I spend a lot of time writing about all the stuff that goes on inside my body, mind, heart and soul as I dig through messy me to try to find something that I can hold on to, wave in the air, and call "joy" or "happiness" or much more desirable, "peace". Each day is another chance to practice digging deep to find it. The best place to look is often in the "small world" of my deck, or at my tiny trailer in summers, or even within the yellow orange walls of our backyard tent. I can be still, and I can find calm and peace in these small places. And yet, some days the smallest physical place I go is the one that most routinely dumps me soundly on my ass. With a late spring, no trailer or tent or gazebo in sight, I have been seeking the smallest of physical spaces to call my own---my mind. The problem is....that is not the safest place right now as my doctor and I tweak medications to assist with the roving landslides that...