Putting Yourself in Timeout & All Things Fall

Hi friend, I just got back from a Shaye-time-out. It involved a mug in my hands and twenty minutes in a screeching hot bath — so hot, my skin turned red. If it sounds relaxing, it wasn’t. It was a desperate attempt to calm my mind and emotions, a plea with myself to settle down. In such moments, I feel so mortal — I am but flesh. It’s rare that I need a time-out. 39 years into this life, I’ve…