A couple of weeks ago I began having nightmares. No, the bogeyman was not hiding in my closet. For the most part I would be performing normal tasks and step outside. I would look at a blue summer sky and see jet trails, hundreds of jet trails. Only, in my dream, they were not from planes. In my dream they were left by missiles and I was helpless. Death rained down from a crystalline blue sky.
I do not believe my dreams are prophetic, I do not think the end of the world has arrived. I do think I have paid too much attention to things far beyond my control. So, for just a little while I am tuning out. I am concentrating on what I can do*. For a week or two I’ll be listening to books on CD when I clean the house. (Currently The Secret Life of Bees) I think I will tend to my own garden for a little while. A little introspection never hurt anyone.
*Obviously not simple plumbing.
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The Secret Life of Bees is an exquisitely written book. A friend, a ruthless editor, called it “seamless”. High praise.
Heather, I hope you enjoy your mental break. We all need one from time to time. And I would love to see pictures of your garden at some point. 🙂
Janetlee, I loved it. Sometimes the reader’s rendition of black voices got on my nerves, but it’s rare that a reader’s attempt at voices doesn’t grate a little.
Tomorrow we’re heading to the library for a new batch.
Thank you Connie, I’m going to put a little effort into it. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I think that you are wise to listen to your dreams and I think you are wise to know when to tune out. Great post.
I’ve been purposely not watching the news for MONTHS now. I simply cannot handle it. I can’t live my life freaked out…and that’s what the news does to me.
Oh, and I’ve been thinking about reading that book. Maybe I”ll pick it up this weekend.
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