"A picture of many colors proclaims images of many thoughts." ~ Donna A. Favors
Tonight I feel tired, distant, a little 'lost'. Far from upset or depressed. I believe I am just listening to my thoughts. Shawn looks worried, wondering. My verbal communication skills leave a lot to be desired at times. Without knowing how to express to him out loud what is going on in my mind, it is hard to reassure him all is well.
Tomorrow we get the kids back. I am excited.
Today I am distracted. This afternoon I could hear the wind blowing by the open window of my bedroom. Every time I closed my eyes to try and nap all I could picture where the wheat fields. They are turning colors and harvest is approaching. This also means that soon the corn will be growing.
There is something to be said about watching the wheat dance in the wind. Cornfields don't dance like the wheat. It looks like waves in the sea moving about. You can close your eyes and hear it move. Soft, delicate, crashing of steams. The closest thing I can compare it to is taking my hair and placing it in-between my finger tips next to my ear as I move my fingers back and forth.
Calming, soothing sounds of thought.
I cannot help but to reflect on the words of Mahatma Gandhi, "Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed. Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well."
There are life events that are adding stress right now. Nothing major nor devastating, just collectively stressful and worrisome. Perhaps my constant image of the wheat dancing is a technique my mind has developed to help me meditate and relax. Remind me that seasons are changing, people grow old, and while we plant we must also harvest.
It is complete harmony.
Tonight I am ready to sleep. Sleep without fear of nightmares or ghosts. Just of dancing wheat.
