Sometimes my life get so full of experiences and other stuff that I find a long while has gone past without writing. Then I reach a place where I need a time out, and I pick up the pen again to help process what has been happening. This is one of those times.
Mom died July 23. I did not think that I was much affected as her death had been imminent so many times before. I thought that I had mourned her last year when dementia began to rob her of her abilities, and she needed care in a nursing home. And, in some respects that was true.
But, I was surprised over again when I found that I was making simple mistakes and feeling frustrated and just “out-of-sorts” within myself. It took me a few weeks to see that I was effected by her passing…that my body was telling me it wasn’t just another everyday thing.
I had also anticipated an inheritance and made plans for how to spend some of it. However, after a week of poor sleep due to disturbing dreams, I have finally gotten the message. WAIT! This is not the time. Acknowledging that message gave me a couple of good nights of rest and a quieter soul.
Sometimes, especially with grief or times of high stress, I find I need a time out. A time for holding off on decisions and plans…a time for connecting with friends in a quiet manner, a time for allowing my soul/spirit time for quiet.
When we were kids, a time out was often used for punishment. However, as an adult, it is used for healing and refreshing my spirit. Sometimes, I need a time to JUST BREATHE…to rest.
Feathers of My Mind 