Words are my Elixir

It has been a quiet weekend. I've been sniffling through a cold, taking it slow, withdrawing from the world, spending a good deal of my time with an open book in my hand. This is what happens when you work with kids....they are bug magnets, and sooner or later, no matter how healthy my lifestyle, I get bugged.  Thank goodness it is mild. And I am grateful that the worst of it occurred during the weekend, when I had lot's of time to slow down and let my body heal, without the pressures of having to go to work. I'll worry about that tomorrow. Hopefully one more good night sleep will lessen the angst.

For now, I can lose myself in other netherworlds. Stories on the page, stories on film...oh, I love a good story. The stories inside my dreams have been pretty astonishing as well. Last night, I found myself in a place I go to often in my dreams, gazing up toward a massive swirl of stars, churning quickly as though caught in a whirlpool in the twilight sky....not quite dark, but dark enough to take in this faint and glimmering celestial wonder. I wasn't afraid, and I was the only one in my dream that seemed to notice that this was unusual and extremely beautiful. I know so much else happened during this dream...I can grasp a feeling or distant memory for a few seconds, but then it eludes me. How frustrating. I should have written it down this morning. But I never do....and I always forget.

I am glad for these little escapes into story when the body feels so crumby and uncomfortable. The mind can take us places and help us forget about reality for a little while. And hopefully a cup of warm tea will help me forget about my nagging cough. sigh.