Doing nothing makes me fall asleep, lol. And I have really prompt-worthy dreams sometimes. Still working with the prompt from yesterday (and my buddy's prompt) about things we love about our lives:
The Bear Gulch bull looks like Trust. Never trust
a bull and his testosterone—my fourteen-
year-old self knew this. My adult self forgets. I texted
you things (but not all things)
that champagne my blood like streams
of glitter. No, you text back. List people you love
enough to cry—
not things. I respond: How can I rank my family
members? Who among queen
bees could I name best friend?
I’d tell you dogs
are better—even when they shake ditchwater
on my blue cocktail dress—and horses,
definitely horses. Unconditional acceptance. Not silly love letters.
"champagne my blood." I love that! Also, you're right, horses don't send you silly love letters, but give you unconditional acceptance, which seems much better.
I did a lot more nothing today than usual, but like T, some of that became sleep. Part of it was waking up 2 hours too early and not being able to get back to sleep, and part of it was that today was the last day of teaching for the semester. So.darn.exhausted.
So, yeah, not much to say today other than gratitude for bringing awareness for the need of nothingness. Grateful to myself for letting my body have the nothingness it needed. And hoping I’ll sleep longer tomorrow :-)
Doing nothing makes me fall asleep, lol. And I have really prompt-worthy dreams sometimes. Still working with the prompt from yesterday (and my buddy's prompt) about things we love about our lives:
The Bear Gulch bull looks like Trust. Never trust
a bull and his testosterone—my fourteen-
year-old self knew this. My adult self forgets. I texted
you things (but not all things)
that champagne my blood like streams
of glitter. No, you text back. List people you love
enough to cry—
not things. I respond: How can I rank my family
members? Who among queen
bees could I name best friend?
I’d tell you dogs
are better—even when they shake ditchwater
on my blue cocktail dress—and horses,
definitely horses. Unconditional acceptance. Not silly love letters.
"champagne my blood." I love that! Also, you're right, horses don't send you silly love letters, but give you unconditional acceptance, which seems much better.
Saturday Morning
After feeding the cats I slump back into bed.
The mattress is still warm from the night’s turning.
The sun is knocking on the window, asking for attention,
But I pull a spare pillowcase over my eyes.
With my closed eyes I reach for my husband’s hair, curling
its brown tendrils around the edge of his pillow.
It’s Saturday. I’ve done all
The writing for the week. Washed the dishes.
Like everyone in America we’ve worked so hard
To refill the bank account,
the cats’ water dish, the new bird feeder.
For now, nobody needs me, not even the cats
Who return from their kibble to jump back
Into bed with both of us, and curl up at our feet,
And started purring, like a reverse alarm clock
Lulling me back to sleep.
Everything they need is here.
Oooh “reverse alarm clock” is my favorite here! Lots of other great images too.
I did a lot more nothing today than usual, but like T, some of that became sleep. Part of it was waking up 2 hours too early and not being able to get back to sleep, and part of it was that today was the last day of teaching for the semester. So.darn.exhausted.
So, yeah, not much to say today other than gratitude for bringing awareness for the need of nothingness. Grateful to myself for letting my body have the nothingness it needed. And hoping I’ll sleep longer tomorrow :-)
Thank you for educating our young people. I and the entire world owe you our gratitude. Get more sleep!