Pieces of Flair

Have you seen the "Pieces of Flair" application on Facebook? I'm kind of in love with it.

And today, my friend Rae sent me the best piece of flair ever.

It had the following quote on it:

"You can't get a cup of tea big enough, or a book long enough to suit me." (C.S. Lewis)

It made me want to jump up and down in the joy of agreement and being perfectly understood.

And made me smile.

Weekend Plans

My mom called me this morning to let me know that she needed to cancel some plans we'd tentatively made for tomorrow since she's been ill the last few days.

She wanted to know what I was planning for this long weekend.

My answer?

Sleep. (and maybe some writing.)

I told her that I've been exhausted, and I plan to sleep as long as my body will possibly let me tomorrow morning, following which I plan to lay in bed for quite a length of time, following which I will probably relocate to the couch and lay some more.

Actually, while I do plan to spend a long time in bed tomorrow, I have other things on the agenda.

I'm going to bake brownies.

And do some laundry and cleaning.

Maybe call a good friend and see if he's in town for the long weekend, and if he'd like to hang out.

Tonight I'm watching a movie with my baby brother.

Tomorrow my roommate L. and I have plans to cook dinner together.

I'll probably mow the back lawn.

And call my cell phone company to see about making some changes to my plan.

I might go shopping for books. Or work pants. (Books are more fun than work pants.)

But mostly, I want to rest for a while. And work on some writing projects. And pray. I need to find time to get quiet and pray. Maybe make it to my park. Or this cemetery I've been wanting to visit and walk through.

Recurring Themes

Do you ever have recurring dreams? Or themes or symbols that recurr in your dreams?

I passed another night last night where I'm honestly not sure if I was awake or asleep. It was an oddly real space. Often when I dream, I know it's a dream. There's the sense of waking, of coming back to reality. Lately I've passed the occasional night that isn't like that. I'm aware of my physical surroundings, but unable to respond to them in quite the way I normally would. Somewhere between wakefulness and dreaming I guess.

Anyway, there is a symbol that tends to show up in a lot of my dreams. Particularly the ones that are more spiritually dark in nature. I tend to "see" snakes. Odd symbol, one that I'm not quite sure what to do with. I'm not excessively afraid of snakes in my day to day life (though I don't want to cuddle and touch them either). But they do tend to show up in my dreams a lot. Often crawling and swarming all over my body. Wrapping themselves around me. Not so pleasant.

scribbling

I spent probably three hours tonight sitting with my journal and writing.

it's helped a little. I feel a bit lighter, less discombobulated for the moment, and ready for rest.

goodnight.

Trapping the Little Steel Balls

It’s been an odd sort of day.

I’m distracted and somewhat unfocused.

My head is spinning.

A dozen voices and directions, rattling around inside of me.

I’m glad there’s only one work day left.

And that it’s a long weekend.

And that my roommate is working at her second job for most of the long weekend.

I’ll have the house to myself.

Time to sleep.

To clean.

To read.

To bake.

To think.

And to write.

I need to spend some time writing.

Clear some of the clutter in my head.

Put it on paper where it’s tangible and I can begin to absorb it.

My mind feels like one of those children’s games.

The ones with all the tiny little steel balls, that roll around until they rest in their little slots.

I need the thoughts rolling around my head to rest.

Each in their own little slot.

Peace restored.