Dreaming of a nap
Written in the upstairs living room, on the settee, looking East to the sunrise around 2:00 pm.
I awakened tired this morning - a rarity for me. If you know me, you know I wake up at full speed. It is not my preference, it is simply how I am wired.
It is Sunday, October 4th and the weather is changing a bit. It feels like a day where a midday nap is possible.
Denied.
I wrote this instead.
Apparently I can be still but I cannot fully rest.
Likely the “clusterfuck” of the past week has both exhausted me and put me on higher alert. I have stopped second-guessing why and when I will rest and now simply accept it will come when it comes.
I do this not from a place of complacency or resolve, but rather an understanding that my full self embodies a wisdom that my cognitive self cannot grasp. It will let me know when it is time.
It feels good to know that there is something higher/better than what I believe that is in play.
That in itself allows me to rest - a little.