Tag: bedtime

Moving on up

And so it is that the bedroom feels much more like a bedroom now. Not that it didn’t before feel like a bedroom, but that it now feels like a bedroom that could be my bedroom… one in which I actually could want to live and sleep and dress and all. No, it certainly isn’t complete, of course, but the bulky furniture is swapped out for things that fit much better and leave loads more space around the bed; the dark shag rug is gone; and the floors and baseboards have all been wonderfully cleaned. It is an awesome move for today, and I am incredibly grateful to have gotten it all done. Now, I am absurdly wiped and must sleep. Asap. Goodnight.

Post-a-day 2022

The bright side

Well, the house only slightly smells like smoke now, and I almost don’t notice it, even when I’ve been outside for a while and walk back inside. Coolio. And I get to go to bed at a somewhat decent time tonight. Thank you, God. And thank you, God, for helping that get sorted out. And thank you, God, for giving us the tools and will and ability to work through all of this together, such that we leave a super sucky situation like last night actually in the past, complete, and step forward empowered together and individually in our relationships to ourselves and with one another. In gratitude, I pray. Amen.

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Bedtime

Lying on the bed, we listen to “You’ve got a lover” by Shake Russell. It was not planned. I was just looking for a YouTube version to send to someone who loved it when we had sung it the other day. But I listened to the whole thing after sending it to her. We listened. And it was a beautiful bedtime meditation. Thank you, Shake Russell. And thank you, God, for such amazing creativity and talent and artistry and work to be shared with the world and with us specifically. Amen. Amen. Amen. Praise be to God. And thanks be to Shake. Amen.

Now, go listen to it yourself: “You’ve got a lover”

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Late-night mental meanderings

And so I sit, bleary-eyed and worn out, on the bed, awaiting my mate so that we can read and pray together. Most days, I wonder when I’ll get back to sleeping enough and going to bed early enough again. Most nights, I struggle to fathom how I ever functioned without him in my life. And no, this isn’t a reference to sex – not in the least – but merely a reference to the time of day when we think over everything from the day, almost passively considering everything and regularly discovering how we truly feel about things. As we shower and get ready for bed, we contemplate life. I do, anyway. And my contemplations tend to be glorious these days, even when he does piss me off or I stress him out big time over something.

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Hurts

I can usually (and do) say what others either can not or will not say, when a situation is in need of it, of directness and clarity. But I regularly cannot figure out what to say to soothe people, a situation for which so many people do seem to be able to say what needs to be said… I am gifted with words, but not with soothing words. That’s for certain…

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Travel

Well, not really any actual packing happened for me today, but that’s okay. I still accomplished much. Passport was found from a temporary panic-filled loss, dresses and other odd bits were folded up and prepped, I gathered most of the toiletries, and I made a list of what all I need to do in the morning, after the gym and before leaving on the trip.

Dear God, please, bless this trip for us that we may serve you and fulfill your will through your love in our lives and relationship. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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