I wake up smiling
sun shining through the window
a new day is here
I slept in late this morning—didn’t get up until 7:30 am! Heh. It was cold last night, but I’d put the heavy comforter back on the bed, and slept nice and warm.
I’ve been dreaming again, since I stopped taking the anti-depressants. I’d been remembering a few dream fragments every now and then, which is better than the past few years when I haven’t remembered anything of my dreams, but now I’m having long, involved dreams every night that are with me when I wake up. That’s the way it used to be, way back when, before the whole menopause/depression/cancer thing began. I’ve missed my dreams. I love the feeling of openness they give me, the sense of other worlds, other consciousnesses right there in my head that I can visit as easily as falling asleep.
The dreams themselves are nothing special, just the ordinary detritus of my subconscious, but I like having them. My thoughts feel more comfortable in my head, now that their night brothers are back with them.
I’m also feeling faint stirrings of daydreams and fantasies coming back to me. Nothing whole or compelling yet, just occasional images and fragments of scenes. I wonder if my stories will come back to me, too? That would be so wonderful. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed writing fiction. Maybe by the time I finish updating my website, I’ll be ready to write something new for it!
My To Do list for today is short: just finish burning the junk papers in the wood stove, then go to work in the afternoon. (I must remember to clean the fish bowl at work today. I usually do it on Wednesdays, but got all distracted by the program we were having at the library yesterday, and I forgot.) I’m down to the final wastebasket full of papers from the stacks and stacks that had been piling up! After today’s burning, I’ll be all caught up, and it will only be the weekly accumulation to burn each Thursday. Aah. Things are finally coming under some sort of control around here. Not that I don’t still have a list of projects to do, but they are gradually getting done.
Here is a picture of my altar. Most of the objects on it were either acquired in Japan or are from Japan. The oldest is the altar cloth, which my Mom embroidered when she was a teenager, so it’s about 70 years old. Second oldest is the central figure, a Buddha incense burner I’ve had since I was a teenager. I like my altar, it makes my home feel more peaceful and serene.
