Went to bed at 4pm, woke at 1am to write/edit and will show up for work at 5am. My schedule's not normal, although I don't think anybody has ever said, "Sheila's normal," anyway. Perhaps I am more normal then special but at least I got done killer great hours of work already.
So I'm thinking about this naked and dying tree again. The majority of the top branches practically touch my five street facing windows. Seeing that Feng Shui makes sense to me brings extra meaning to me living beside this tree at this stage in its life. Feng Shui advocates that things in your home have a name, seriously. A rocking chair, say, or a table, are made from items from this living earth and deserve respect. I'll discover the actual name of the tree before I name it.
My daddy taught me how to love and allow something to die at the same time. Fortunately, the tree demise won't be nearly as emotionally taxing.
It was freezing when I awoke and I'm also thinking about how safe it is to leave an oven running indoors. My sister said, "as long as you don't fall asleep."
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