I can’t wait to go to bed at night. The world is quite exhausting. ~Annie Lennox, British songbird
Oh, Annie, I couldn’t agree more.
Often, I pause… in the midst… and look at the throng of humanity that encircles me… this ever bustling collective that I am a member of.
Scurrying to and fro… to and fro… in a flurry of motion… always in a hurry… to get somewhere, anywhere, nowhere…
And I cannot wait to be unstirred and enveloped in a soundless void, me, myself, and I.
Where I blissfully E-X-H-A-L-E into the whispering hush of twilight…
And dream a childish dream of lying in a cheerful field of daisies, all eagerly stretching their petals up, up, up to touch the fabric of the soft, blue sky…
And I am not fiery… I am not discontent… I am not “blue”… I am not lonesome… I am nothing…
And for a while there is the briefest intermission…
before I must crawl back into the light of another dawn with its frenzied to and fro, its infinite grind up the cliffs of life, its unbroken demands for my attention, and its outcries of woe, woe, woe…
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My stillness comes when I lay me down to sleep, turn out the lights and my upstairs neighbor goes to to sleep and stop tramping across her floor. I anxiously look forward to be lost in my dreams and somewhat very sad when I awake and realized they are just dreams. So I go to and fro doing the same things that I did the day before because I know relief would come when I turn out the lights, go to sleep and pray that God will let my upstairs neighbor be quiet tonight.
LOL (and you know how much I loathe this social media nonsense).
This world is exhausting, trying, unforgiving, and at times rewarding. There are those small moments of happiness that pop up all too seldom, but I guess we must strive for them. Thank you, Janine, for being a constant in my life, and bringing joy to me in small and large measures. The way you put it makes me look forward to tonight’s slumber. DE
Ahh, I do love how you interpret my posts. Thank you for seeking out my voice week after week faithfully! And tonight and every other night, I wish you sweet slumber.