Brewing
toss and turn does no good but makes worry tolerable.
Storms are threading tonight. The wind is lashing and creating hammering ghosts that stay sleep in spite of an early morning and long day.
One that saw an energetic meeting with friends, and some tearful admissions that earned the love of a brotherhood.
Then an afternoon visiting family and drawing cartoon ducks. Which is very challenging to just keep simple. But children prefer bold simple shapes.
Hopeful this won’t blow off my top. That will ruin a potentially perfect sleep.
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It did not. This farm hand, it seems, can sleep on a windy night. And sleep I did.
While I perched on a rocky ledge in the southwest, coyotes called my name on the wind. But it wasn't my name, it only felt like it. And when I answered, nothing came but silence. This went on until I found myself packing a suitcase but I never went anywhere. I just sat on the packed bag waiting for someone. A rescue I assume?
I think that's a psychological thing with me, waiting for rescue. I have been my whole life. I wonder if the coyotes were telling me to come to them. That my rocky ledge may be high and safe, as a harbor is—but that's not what ships are made for.
This brings me back to a movie we watched Sunday afternoon, Captain Ron.
A highly enjoyable, sometimes frustrating tale of an over burdened family leaving it all behind to take up the sailing life. It's part dumb comedy, part wish fulfillment. There's goofy comedy, romance, and Kurt Russel in a speedo in his most Kurt-Russel-i-ness.
Five stars: Recommend. I watch it every few months.
Why don't I live on a sailboat again? There's a question for my therapist.
In summary: the storm was distracting, but not dangerous, weird coyote dreams and a sunday movie you should watch.
I hope your day is the day you need.
WIWL
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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