Morning At Home

 
 
I woke up at five again to the sound of a rooster crowing. I have been trained over the last 30 years to respond to the sounds of this house even in my sleep. The furnace comes on in the night and I pop out of a deep sleep, and lie awake waiting for it to stop; regardless of the hour I feel like I should get up and make a fire. And then there is the sump pump – a small, but critical piece of equipment that keeps the water from flooding the basement, especially in the spring. When it comes on, I wake out of a deep sleep until it goes off; sometimes it gets stuck and then I have to put on clogs, go down through the cellar way to the basement and jiggle the little arm. So I have been home for a week, and my unconscious knows it – I am back on duty again, living in my own home. I can be in a deep sleep and will come completely awake at these small sounds, when a week ago I was sleeping through New York City traffic, and two weeks ago I was dozing and reading on a plane flying from Germany to New York. 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday a friend here asked me if I was still blogging. It’s been a while. Time got by me, as I made these transitions from one life to another. All energy and thought seems to have been used just to keep track of daily life and live in other people’s worlds. My partner used to say to me “You just need to take the time to sit and think.” A good message. For me the doing part is easy, the thinking space needs to be cultivated. Now that I am back to roosters, building fires (even in April!), trips to the basement, filling my own frig, checking pumps and furnaces, I have time to think, especially when I am jolted awake by roosters at 5AM.