When I read about these things, a gentle feeling comes across me, as if I have been robed with a soft, white blanket (for some reason in my head, it is white). I am simultaneously comforted and somewhat nervous, but calm. The anxiety I experience is barely even that - just the lightest of tremors within me that indicate either excitement or some small feeling of dread.
And yet the things I am reading give me such an immeasurable sense of calm. As if by accepting life as impermanent, and myself as vulnerable and insecure, I am taking down all those walls of perceived 'security' and 'permanency' and welcoming in connection and joy.
Ironically, even these feelings are quite impermanent. But right now, I'm okay with that.