Lahar: a volcanic mudflow
or debris field with the density of wet concrete. It can be of such width and
depth that it creates its own path, defying prediction. As long as it is
moving, the lahar is fluid. When it stops, it quickly becomes solid.
Found this word last night as I was trying my very best to keep my
troublesome little, panic-pocked mind out of the weeds… in other words, it was
a bad mental health eve.
Anyhow, I thought it described perfectly my chronic Panic Disorder.
Tomorrow, this blog will be back to The Hushing Days frenzy, but today a
nod to my true everyday battle needed to be made.
Thanks for your patience.
Have a blessed Sunday, everyone.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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