Grateful: Day 55 - Pudding Dreams

Getting that work finished, checked and sent. That was a blessing. Bugger me, it hurt this time. I worked until late, got up early and worked, but once it was done, it felt good. And I got some Spanish work out of the way too.

Then a day of genuine holiday – often in fact a scary prospect for me. I prefer a workshop, even if that involves doing very little. I’m at a loss without a sense of purpose, both on a massive scale and on an hour by hour scale, sometimes. I’m sure I need to meditate more, and learn to be without needing to feel useful, but even that is a focus and a task. Time will tell, with that. We’ll see.

Highlights of today were a leisurely and easy stroll around Köln’s many Christmas markets (without actually buying anything) and a very lovely afternoon with Heike Reissig. Thank you, Heike, for being a clear, honest and wise friend. Oh, and thanks for the bun. Berliner. And the tea. And the clown. It was good to see you.

On the way home on the H-Bahn, a little later than intended, I realised I was thirsty. Marg had given me my own bottle of water to take with me, so I took a drink, and about a minute later I was still drinking, and then a minute after that. I was starting to smile behind my bottle when I sensed something and turned to see an elderly lady smiling, wide-eyed as I drank.

She spoke to me, in very polite language, still grinning, to say she’d been astounded at how long I’d drunk for. We chatted briefly. She had a lovely face. Just before her stop, I went in for another slug of water. Before I’d got the bottle to my lips, she was already beaming. I kept it short this time. She waved as she got off. A lovely exchange.

No yoga today, but I have a plan to do some tomorrow. Oh, but by the time this is up, that’ll all be over. No internet. I think THAT’s a blessing. I have a real, full day off. I can’t work even if I want to, until the internet comes back. Well, I could, but I shan’t. In about seven minutes, I shall be asleep.

I plan on pudding dreams. I’d really quite like to fly tonight too - it’s been a while. What would it take. Aeroplane noises? A wind-lift mantra? Plastic wings?

I’m becoming delirious now. Eyes going every which way and pictures already coming into my mind’s eye. Let’s do this sleep thing. Let’s do it now. May you be happy in your bed tonight.