Sometimes when the stars are the only light outside and the moon is gently pulling the oceans back - I'll grab a book - or run a bath - or sit down to write up a post.
Although it's a lovely one - the planet's lullaby is lost on me.
Although it's a lovely one - the planet's lullaby is lost on me.
I blame it on menopause - because that's something people can relate to but the truth is it started way before.
It started when I was a little girl and read under the blankets with a flash light.
It started when I was a teenager and I would pull the telephone wire as far as it would go - which was into my closet and talk with girlfriends until 2 or 3 in the morning.
It started when I got my first job and was so " wired " there was no way I could possibly sleep.
It started when the kids were born - and I had to be up for feedings
It started when the kids were in elementary school and I needed " me " time
It started as the kids were growing up and staying out later and later - because I was a nervous wreck
It started as they left home - one by one - because life was never going to be the same.
My Mother used to call me her Night Owl.
John just calls me abnormal.
And I am - I know that - I don't seem to be able to follow the rhythm that the rest of the world follows.
Dark means sleep
Light means awaken
They're simple enough rules really.
They're simple enough rules really.
Why then does it feel so incredibly right to be up alone in the middle of the night - and why does drifting off to the sounds of birds chirping at 4 a.m. feel like perfection?
There's a rhythm to the planet.
The tide ebbs and flows daily - following a pattern as old as time.
The sun rises and sets and the world says good morning and good night accordingly.
Seasons come and go
These are the " rules " of the universe - even the calender was created to follow them.
And so people - as they should - live their lives according to them.
Why can't I ?
There's a rhythm to the planet.
The tide ebbs and flows daily - following a pattern as old as time.
The sun rises and sets and the world says good morning and good night accordingly.
Seasons come and go
These are the " rules " of the universe - even the calender was created to follow them.
And so people - as they should - live their lives according to them.
Why can't I ?
I finish typing and tiptoe into the room in the middle of the night - finally sleepy - thrilled that it's at least still dark.
I glance over at John - following the rules.
I turn on my side and watch him for a few minutes.I glance over at John - following the rules.
He's a deep sleeper - although he complains that he doesn't sleep well -
I watch his breathing slow and steady - I know the exact moment the first whisper of a snort will start.
I watch his breathing slow and steady - I know the exact moment the first whisper of a snort will start.
I know that once that happens a steady stream of snores will follow and I will gently touch him - a little poke
that's all it takes really and he'll turn over.
The snoring stops temporarily and I take advantage of that reprieve and turn over myself.
The snoring stops temporarily and I take advantage of that reprieve and turn over myself.
And I realize
Of all the things he is to me - he is first and foremost the ebb and flow of my world.
Without him total chaos would ensue - the sun wouldn't shine - the moon wouldn't come up at night
The tides would stop and a calender wouldn't make any sense at all.
I fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing -
He is my rhythm.
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Of all the things he is to me - he is first and foremost the ebb and flow of my world.
Without him total chaos would ensue - the sun wouldn't shine - the moon wouldn't come up at night
The tides would stop and a calender wouldn't make any sense at all.
I fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing -
He is my rhythm.
LOOKING FOR INSPIRATION?
JOIN ME AT THESE FABULOUS PARTIES !
MY TURN FOR US
