I didn’t post yesterday, because I fell asleep on my bed half undressed, and when I woke up, it was today. So here comes some retrospection.
I dreamed of chipped china and snarling dogs and death by a thousand papercuts, trapped in the mailroom, followed by dozens of blind eyes. It was unpleasant. And I thought it was real, which was even more unpleasant, like why did I break that teapot? And why is there blood on my hands? Wait! It’s not mine — the teapot or the blood. Wake up!
Would that I could dream something beautiful, just to break up the weirdness. How about some puppies, or wild horses or something where I collapse into paradoxyms of mirth, or go on an epic adventure among friends?
Listening to The Fellowship and Return of the King Finale by Howard Shore always gives me goosebumps. The whole trilogy’s soundtrack gives me goosebumps, actually. I walked home singing Tolkien’s A Walking Song —from TRotK– thinking “I’ve got pizza, chocolate and it’s Friday night, does it get any better?!”
Time doesn’t heal everything, but it can give you a new perspective. Stuff that had me literally shaking in my boots a few weeks ago no longer seems so terrifying. It seems wrong-headed and selfish, but I’ve been finding that removal can work wonders. Back to basics!
Looking forward to tea for two tomorrow, and some book browsing and binge watching – because the library has all 3 Hobbit films 😀
*In response to the daily prompt Sept 16 (Fragile)