It was a hard day’s night
(Not really—I just couldn’t resist starting today’s post with that well stated lyric once it popped into my mind)π
Rather than a hard day, yesterday was quiet, as planned, with a little help from our friends, Marilyn and Joel (the first couple we’d met after moving to Phoenix, 46 years ago). Yesterday afternoon, we four enjoyed a brief, masked and distanced patio visit.
Having experienced an overwhelming release of emotional commotion throughout the day, I’d expected to sleep soundly, last night, but that was not to be, because the sandman ran out of sand after sprinkling his wares over Will’s side of our king-size bed, and with nary a grain of sand in sight on my side, my sleeping pill was of no help, at all, so what did I do? I cuddled with Will on his side of our bed; however, I’d tossed and turned, all night long until, having slept fitfully, if at all, I awakened to feeling mighty groggy, today. Even so, here’s why I do not feel fretful in the least: It’s likely that I’ll sleep well, tonight.
So, in addition to groggy, what else do I feel, today?
I feel less emotional commotion inside my head. Though crystal clear clarity is not yet mine, my processor senses that today’s trains of thought will be more in keeping with clarity than had been true of my think tank, yesterday.
I’m also feeling more light-hearted than has been true, over these last four heavily weighted months, beginning with my nephew, Shawn’s sudden, wholly unexpected death, leaving my beloved niece, Jessica, utterly broken-hearted.
And though, as with every day, I know myself to be a physically petite person, I continue to feel surprised to see my lack of height while viewing myself in group photos, standing next to family and friends, because as small in physical stature as I prove to be, my spirit stands tall, and as to insight-driven trains of thought, which pop up inside my mind and then stream naturally out of my mouth, more feel worthy of contemplative consideration than those that do not.
In short, as human beings go, I’ve come to size myself up as, simultaneously, small and significant.
ππ»♀️πAnnie
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