imagine
imagine.
a 4' by 6' table covered with 3" by 3" square white cards.
tentatively look under a corner, take a peek, you can almost see a fleeting thought. try another corner. there is a memory, or the wisp of a dream. another peek beneath the quiet white stillness.......lies a boo boo.....a tiny thorn of hurt. you didn't plan to cry but you do.
there are so many corners to lift.
so tired, don't want to have to do anything. thinking is hard. remembering is hard. the list is just beyond your reach. the need to eat overwhelms, easier to lie down. drift into sleep.
brain fog is a 4'by 6' table covered with 3" by 3" tiny white blank squares........
you can almost read the ink......almost. you can almost capture something important you were supposed to do. almost..........almost. life is on the tip of your tongue. just beyond your grasp.
the merry go round continues to circle life......beautiful rich amazing life goes round and round, you can hear the faint tinkling of the notes......so familiar, a sentimental song, one you used to know so well, it makes you vaguely happy to listen, too tired to hum along, something stirs in your weary heart...........
the brass ring is out of reach. glimmering faintly in the afternoon summer sun.
hush a bye don't you cry
go to sleepy little baby
when you wake you shall have
all the pretty little horses.
life doesn't always have to make sense, it just is.............what is it i heard once?
"there is nothing fair nor unfair under heaven, God has been good to us"
....... hugs, back to bed miss you........xoxo
a 4' by 6' table covered with 3" by 3" square white cards.
tentatively look under a corner, take a peek, you can almost see a fleeting thought. try another corner. there is a memory, or the wisp of a dream. another peek beneath the quiet white stillness.......lies a boo boo.....a tiny thorn of hurt. you didn't plan to cry but you do.
there are so many corners to lift.
so tired, don't want to have to do anything. thinking is hard. remembering is hard. the list is just beyond your reach. the need to eat overwhelms, easier to lie down. drift into sleep.
brain fog is a 4'by 6' table covered with 3" by 3" tiny white blank squares........
you can almost read the ink......almost. you can almost capture something important you were supposed to do. almost..........almost. life is on the tip of your tongue. just beyond your grasp.
the merry go round continues to circle life......beautiful rich amazing life goes round and round, you can hear the faint tinkling of the notes......so familiar, a sentimental song, one you used to know so well, it makes you vaguely happy to listen, too tired to hum along, something stirs in your weary heart...........
the brass ring is out of reach. glimmering faintly in the afternoon summer sun.
hush a bye don't you cry
go to sleepy little baby
when you wake you shall have
all the pretty little horses.
life doesn't always have to make sense, it just is.............what is it i heard once?
"there is nothing fair nor unfair under heaven, God has been good to us"
....... hugs, back to bed miss you........xoxo
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It\'s all just a bit too much sometimes, isn\'t it, Sparrow??? Rest, dear one!!
Sleep. God has been good to us, hasn\'t He? So hard to see the pretty little horses when we are bone weary and emotionally and physically exhausted.
Hope you get to be by some refreshing water soon......dab your toes in there.....feel the cool!!
Hard to think happy when we are in pain. Hope you get some relief soon. The merry go round is making me dizzy right now. Maybe soon we can take a ride on the magic carpet & visit all the wonderful colorful places we see in our dreams. Rest, rest, rest my dear sweet friend. Love you.
Hey Ruthie, just stopped by to see how your doing. You sound tired, too tired to even be lifting the corners of those little white squares. Just sleep if that is what your body is telling you to do.
Know I am thinking of you, hoping and praying that things improve real soon.
The biggest gentlest Scottish hugs are winging there way over to you.
Much love
Jen
Xxx
Xxoo
i am so bloody tired. bed is my new best friend. ooooo\'s.
I understand this my friend. I often feel like I am on a carousel, and everything speeds by in a blur and I can only take in very small tidbits of the mass of ... everything. I am praying for you to get rest and then to actually FEEL rested also! hugs hugs hugs!
Lovesya little one!
Even with fatigue your gift of writing shines through. The way you used the blank cards on the table to get to the the heart of the fatigue/memory matter works so well. You captured the experience and the feelings.. This too will pass and there will be relief. Always there is hope.
Hugs to you
Take care of yourself my dear friend....xxxxooooo