This morning, running across the river in the morning breeze, I felt buffeted, literally physically moved around, by the wind. I felt insubstantial. This is something I’m not accustomed to feeling: usually I am physically solid in the world, aware of my own presence and literally grounded by it. Insubstantial. An apt metaphor for how I feel these days, somehow: swayed by various winds that blow on me, not always firmly tethered, a bit adrift.