Monday, August 31, 2009

A sleepless night - susan

Dan and I have been marching through each day with direction and motivation. We are accomplishing what needs to be done. This night as my body lay down to sleep and replenish my energy flow, my mind raced…

Outside the bedroom window I watched as the bright half moon peeked between the tree branches from east to west across the sky… No matter how I tried to focus on my breathing, in unison with Dan’s, and the company of the man in the moon, my thoughts took charge of me.

We have decided to hold the Estate Sale next weekend. In preparation, I have, mentally, moved through each room of the house and made final decisions on what to keep and what to let go. Boxes are mentally packed and unpacked, making sure to honor each family member’s preferences.

The book Dan and I are reading is entitled High Endeavors and it tells the tales of a powerful couple, Miles and Beryl Smeeton, who embraced living with gusto. Dan and I usually have a joint book in process as we have long times driving/riding in the car and we enjoy being read to. Getting the story at the same time lends itself to lively conversations and joint reflections. The Smeeton’s latest adventure involves sailing. It doesn’t go so well for them but true to their nature, they survive not one but two rollover and dismastings when all odds are against them. And that is the point where my self- inventory becomes active. Beryl is a strong swimmer. She is washed out of the boat in a violent storm; her lifeline is broken off from the vessel with such force that she breaks several ribs and or a vertebrae and somehow swims to the boat in the turbulent seas! I am not a strong swimmer! I understand that sailing around the world in a relatively small vessel is a somewhat risky undertaking. Thinking of myself bobbing around in a stormy sea causes some fear to rise. I think of all the ways to relax in the water and to propel myself against the imagined wind and current. Sleep does not come… My mind seems so loud I wonder why I have not waked Dan… So, I get up! Downstairs in the dark kitchen I light a candle. The dog is quivering in her crate; I close the slider against the cold. Making my way to my computer I send an email to my son; and a response comes back! I am not the only person who is awake in the universe! I have distracted my self. I begin the list that has been churning in my brain. Putting my ideas on paper allows me to release these thoughts for now. I make my way back to bed. And I sleep…