Gently down the stream.
When one comes back from the front, one doesn't just re-tune the cacophony. That way madness lies. One allows things to come to rest, to settle into the center of the frame. Which often reveals quite a few more rifts in the lute than one had supposed. The danger at this point is that the folding-in takes on a momentum, so the exercises from the center need to keep the immaterial but substantial, unified, and perceptive soul alive. Yoga, not running or lifting. Kant, not Hegel.
Then, outward again.