Thursday, July 18, 2013

Quiet morning and I can't wake up. Coffee, coffee, not enough, too much, doesn't matter, isn't helping. Believe it or not, I had a hard time getting to sleep last night. Maybe a tiny bit of PTSD? Like, one grain of sand on a beach of the real thing. Still, enough to make my body hum at a level not conducive to sleep for quite awhile. Once I fell, though, I fell to the very bottom of that dark well.
And now I can't seem to climb myself back out.

Mr. Moon and I may run away this weekend to Apalachicola. I am happy about that. Maybe this time we'll stay on the river and that would be nice.


That's what you see when you drive over the bridge into Apalachicola. 
Yes. 
A weekend away would be nice.

And next weekend, on Sunday, my birthday, I'll be getting in a car with my Lis and my May and we'll be making the long drive up to Asheville to visit Jessie and Vergil. Can you believe that? 

Today, though, I am at home. I think I will mop my kitchen simply because my feet want to feel a clean floor. And do laundry. Of course. Are we breathing? Laundry must be done.

I need to take a walk. I am not awake. I've been up a very long time and I am still not awake. I am between places and states of consciousness. I am in Apalachicola, I am in Asheville, I am in a car on a bridge over a river of dreams. I let polished rubies pass through my fingers like rosary beads, I float down a silver stream of forgetfulness. I sit on a beach and watch the eternal movement and breath of the planet. I watch silver fishes flash, boats with hand-painted names drift at dock, pterodactyl pelicans bump the water, open mouthed and rise with fishes captured in improbable beaks. I wake, I sleep, I rise slowly through mist and green water towards light. 

Somedays it is easy to believe it is all a dream. 

9 comments:

  1. I know what you mean. Sometimes that happens to me. Just never really wake up.

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  2. Where you live, and go, are so very different from where I am, and go. Love the pics. Keep on sharing your life, please. I like the realness of it, the honesty, the flow.

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  3. That last paragraph is as fine as any I've ever read. Your poetic voice really shining.
    xo

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  4. That last paragraph was a prose poem you wrote in your dream state. Have a great weekend away with that Moon Man! x0 N2

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  5. I love the Southern Comfort ad. That ad agency earned their money on that, unfortunately it tastes like cough syrup to me. Frequently I remark to my beloved that I do not understand how two people wear so much clothing.

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  6. Glad that you may be getting away for the weekend. A little geographic cure is needed and certainly did help me.

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  7. Mmmmmmm...right there with that poetry, that dream state. Loveliness. Thank you.

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  8. A getaway to Apalachicola sounds like a fine idea. And Asheville is ALWAYS a good idea. Can't wait to hear about both trips. :)

    Fine writing about your dream state. You definitely bring us along on a trip into the unreal.

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