Sunday views. Rest. Reflection. Rejuvenation. In the quiet depths of soul searching. . There's a lot of "get shit done" that has to happen. But there's also a dire need to disconnect externally to connect internally. . So many demands and expectations during a week. Being pulled in many directions. Needs that must be met. Responsibilities that must be attended to. . But Sundays. Sundays I try to set aside some time in the quest for just me. And my heart. To re-center myself. . As an empath, in addition to my own emotions, I feel the feels of those close to me. It's a beautiful thing. But it also takes a lot out of me and can leave me feeling raw. As if every nerve ending is exposed. Everything becomes magnified. . When the sounds of my phone ringing or text notifications cause me to have immediate negative feelings, I know it's a warning sign. It's time to unplug for a bit and remove myself into solitude. . And so, I lie on my bed, looking out these windows, watching the leaves dance ...