Once there was a hermit who had watery windows in her home. Whatever she looked at through those windows had ripples flowing around it that told her everything she thought she needed to know. The watery windows magnified anything small or far that she wished to see.
One day, the hermit wondered if it was only she who saw the ripples in her watery windows, feared that it might be a curse forbidding her from leaving her home, and so she invited some people over. But when she opened her door to let them in, there were no people at all, but a raging sea, instead, with treacherous currents and ominous waves.
Her home was a ship and her sea legs wobbled at the realization that she had been out to sea so long that she was seeing ripples around everything.
Back in her warm cabin, she pulled the shades over the windows. She made a pot of tea. And formed a cave with a blanket for her cat to purr in. Soon her mind came to a rest. And she became the calm in the eye of her storm.