Why Sensitive Souls Need Rituals. ~ Kathryn Nulf
There was a good year where I listened to the same album every night as I drifted off to sleep.
I didn’t get tired of it. I loved knowing what to expect. I knew the order of the songs, the way things started and the way the music progressed.
I loved having something familiar there for me night after night before sleep. It was my way of being there for myself again and again.
The lyrics had meaning, sure. I felt their melodies more than the words though, deep to my core.
I didn’t know what a highly sensitive person (HSP) meant at the time. I just knew that I went through life feeling things very intensely. I loved to know what to expect. I loved familiarity (as I was in a strange place, away at college).