Sometimes you have a sinking feeling in your heart, a let-down bewildered feeling in your heart, and you don't even know where it comes from. You have nothing to tie it to. It is as if the feeling arose from itself, like a weed that suddenly appears on the landscape.

Perhaps this feeling that you may call anxiety is the opposite of what you think. Perhaps you have moved into a new room, and you are not yet comfortable in this new room. Or perhaps you are in your old room, yet a chair was removed. At first, you're not quite sure where to sit down.

Sometimes you call vague stirrings of your soul as restlessness. Consider, then, restlessness as a beginning overture to something wonderful. You could define restlessness as waking up, the stirring between the impulse to rise and the getting up, just as when you wake in the morning, you acclimate yourself before you actually get out of bed. Restlessness is motion readying itself. Restlessness is a like a hummingbird before it alights.