writer's rescue remedy

when everything overwhelms you, and you're trembling with the overload of your thoughts and feelings:

Start where you are.
Name what's around you. Red and green wicker chair, cigarette box on the ground, dusty bougainvillea.
See what you name. In all its detail.
Write it. With all your senses.
Repeat, until the world is your friend again.

Lines from a poem I know I'm misquoting, by Mary Oliver (but this is the nearest I can get):

Whoever you are, however lonely
the universe calls to you
over and over again, announcing your place
in the mystery of things.