February 12, 2008...2:28 pm
Confession Tuesday
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It’s Confession Tuesday at the Polkadot Witch, where people take self-revelation to a whole new level. Here are my thoughts for today:
- A 10-minute free-write I wrote is up at red Ravine. It’s about hair, and it’s confessional. Go check it out, and leave a comment. I’ll be sure to respond.
- It’s hard to confess without whining.
- I’m taking a new medication for depression that makes me drowsy. I can feel my heart beating in my chest, even now when I’m just sitting, typing these words. I can feel it even more when I’m lying in bed with earplugs in. In one way I’m grateful to sense my heart thumping, because I know I’m alive, but it’s also disturbing. It’s somewhat like being aware of a snaggle tooth in my mouth.
- My husband snores, so I wear earplugs to sleep. Earplugs also help muffle my teenage son’s music. But Philosopher (my oldest son) once told me he thinks creativity enters through the ears, so now I worry that I won’t remember my dreams as well when I wear earplugs at night. But I do sleep soundly.
- I worry a lot, which is probably one reason why I take medication. I saw a beautiful photograph on red Ravine of dark branches curling over a deep indigo sky. Looking at the photo made me forget about worrying.
- My little white dog Duffy comforts me. She sits on the couch while I type, wedged next to me like a seashell on the sand.
Photo credits: Ginger and Duffy, by mariacristina, seashell, by Gustavo Padgett
6 Comments
February 12, 2008 at 4:26 pm
you should write a poem about creativity entering in through your ears … that would be interesting!
aren’t dogs the best? i’d rather be with mine than nearly anything/anyone else. all dogs. all the time. i’m also a cat person. we have interesting configurations on the couch/bed.
hubby’s there sometimes, too.
snoring …
February 12, 2008 at 8:19 pm
I think I will write a poem about the ears. I completely understood my son when he said that to me.
February 13, 2008 at 8:28 am
I’m a worrier too, so I empathise. Yes, creativity enters through the ears, but through all the eyes, the nose, the fingers…..
February 13, 2008 at 12:51 pm
a husband’s snores and a teenager’s music. i assume both can be hell!!! hang in there!!
February 13, 2008 at 2:21 pm
I like PDW’s idea for a poem!
I wear ear plugs, too, because of a snoring husband; the resonance of our own body is very, very odd.
You’re a brave, kind person to write so clearly about yourself. Thank you for letting me in to read with you.
February 13, 2008 at 7:01 pm
jo, you’re right. It was superstitious of me to even think like that. But I know that studies have linked dreaming to the vestibular system, in the inner ear and brain. So, I just wonder.
S. Thomas, no it’s not hell, because really the earplugs work!
Deb, it’s true-listening to the sound of my breath, my heartbeat, swallowing, in the dark, creates its own world.
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