This thing called ‘life’ has kept me exceptionally busy of late. When this happens the little voice within can’t be heard, drowned out by all the items on the To Do list, all the drama, the concepts running amok. Early this morning, however, the little voice was heard, lurking as it so often does behind the vague anxiety / fear / discomfort that permeates my early-morning being. But where in the past I’d try to avoid the whole thing (“I’m…