This morning I woke up at dawn. I have been experimenting with going to bed at nightfall and waking at dawn. It's working quite well, for the last three nights.
I felt very nauseous. I fed the furry babies, made tea and went back to bed. I felt exhausted.
Two hours later of snooze sleep, I still felt sick. It's possible to wake up feeling sick when I feel super drained of energy. My body was telling me, 'Sick'? Then you need rest'.
The adrenalin and stress of recent events has caught up with me and my body and mind was in need of respite. I respected this and spent the day at a very slow pace at home and dealt with 'house tasks'.
It was nice to not have to be anywhere but with me, myself and I (and the furry babies) at home.
I decided to utilise the spare frames that I recently acquired and to, in doing so, clear my hallway.
It was a job (several jobs including cleaning glass, selecting images, framing and hanging,) worth doing. I found two pictures in the downstairs loo. One is a photograph of my mother that I took at about aged 17, in black and white. My father had had it blown up and framed. He had called it 'Reflections of Golden Iris' (how romantic : )
It is an image that I took of my mother, wearing a bra and skirt, from my bedroom window and her shadow is prominent on the white round table that she is stood beside. It is very lovely. It is my mother during Summer in the garden.
Also another picture of the constellations of 30/05/14 with a lovely sentiment, written to me.
Then, bubble wrapped from the framers last year, a charming watercolour print of the Jack and Jill windmills by M. E. Seton - at Clayton. I had found it in the Martlets and had it framed by Rachel James (from Rainsford & James) Beautifully framed in white and mounted with a cream pas pantou (mount, in Spanish). Sounds nicer in Spanish as does 'cuadro' - 'picture'.
I used to get the mick taken out of me - in Spain - when I used the term 'picture', because it sounds (to Spaniards) like 'pitcho' which means 'prick', slang for penis.
Since then, I use the term cuadro or 'artwork'.
I decided that these pictures required some wall space. Getting to love and know my home again has been a lovely project for me. My home is certainly my sanctuary and my sanctuary reflects me. All of the beautiful (and useful) things that I have collected and/or made.
Friends, who visit, often complement my space. I like that. I like that my space may also be an inspiring one.
I have had the slowest and most enjoyable day, pottering, moving things, changing things, creating things.
In light of the recent court case and pending trial I have been fired up on anger and adrenalin. Now I believe that everything is in hand and 'que sera sera'. What will be will be.
There will be another couple of appointments with the Witness Care Team and then the trial itself. I am looking forward to getting this done and dusted and over with.
Other things, MOT, some refunds (I've been paying two energy suppliers - damn, I'm too generous : )
...looking forward to that resolution. And blah de blah de blah the practicalities of living, breathing, one foot in front of the other and receiving and giving.
...and September...a month of abundance and new beginnings. That's how it looks from here. As the year comes to a close it is good practice to reflect on all of the goodness and blessings. Gratitude. Including the not such easy bits, the challenges.
My smaller apple tree has done very well this year. It has the largest apples that I have seen to date, and has many of them. One of it's bows is dragged to the floor from the weight of them. The other tree has produced smaller ones this year. I will have to cut back the Bay Laurel and make a bonfire for Autumn.
I have written myself a much needed reminder on my kitchen blue-chalk square. 'Keep breathing - breathe a lot'.
This is my most useful reminder.
And on my other chalk square, 'You are a Goddess. Own it'.
Especially for my, 'Why do I bother?' days.
Tunes of the day:
Jive Talking, Nights on Broadway, I've gotta Get a Message to You, To Love Somebody, Words, I started a Joke, How can you Mend a Broken Heart, Run to Me/World, New York Mining Disaster 1941, Massachusetts, Closer than Close, How Deep is Your Love.
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