I ask the same question…..
I don’t sleep much anymore, but I dream. A lot. In between checking on Izzy’s breathing (she sleeps by my head), making sure she has frequent water and gets midnight and 4am potty breaks, my sleep is fitful, but the dreams are plenty. I get what I would call “downloads”: between dreams and before waking, I have messages filter in from some far-reaching part of my self, and they grant me temporary access to a much wiser, much more liberated self than I know consciously. It both delights and irritates me.
These downloads fill me with a sense of peace and wellness. They assure me that everything is connected and that all the upheaval in my life is perfect. Gorgeous. Part of a breath taking tapestry, where I just see an unraveling, fraying mess.
My skin is aging. Hard. Im dried out. My house is selling (Yay!) but with…
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