Self-Care

The Veranda is where the outer world dims, and the inner one begins to glow. We cross a threshold every night, though most of us rush past it without noticing. It’s that drowsy, drifting time when the day begins to loosen but dreams have not yet formed—the hypnagogic state. I call it The Veranda. Childhood Rituals When I was young and couldn’t fall asleep, I would rest my foot against the white and purple toy box my Dad built for me, rocking myself gently back and forth while