Friday, 4 October 2013
Pyjamas
My Dad in my dreams and in the back of my mind trying to get forward, my Mum strange and out of reach, not sleeping very well, getting up at 5.45, the hour-long drive each way 3x per week, having to see clients without any break between (two and then two and then two - breaks between the twos, and actually I usually only book five not six, but still...), my tendency to merge and absorb. No, I don't want to go out tonight. I want to light a fire and put my pyjamas on, have a bath, open a bottle of wine, listen to music, go to bed...
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4 comments:
Sounds incredibly healing to me!
It was! Thanks DD.
My dad has been in my dreams a lot lately, too. Sometimes I'm so happy to see him again, and sometimes I wake myself up to keep from thinking it's real.
Curiosity brought me, wondering whose blog was pointing the way to my own. I thought I'd read a little, but stayed to read quite a lot.
I like the way you write. It's honest, but also finely-tuned and compelling. I keep thinking 'Yes. YES. That's just the way it is.'
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