Truth: I usually retire at, oh, nine. Well, usually is different these days. Yes, when I teach, I'm up for three hours after. That's what being an introvert with a limited extrovert fuse is about.
But also:
A dear friend who lives mere blocks away--her husband is in the arms of Hospice tonight and leaving with the help of some morphine derivative and ice chips, and I sleep these days with the cell phone by my ear. In case. In case I get a call and need to throw on clothes and drive five minutes because: I'm called and I'm near.
This makes me sound more important than I am. I'm sorry. I sleep with the cell phone by my side because:
I'm a hesitant, failing Buddhist-wanna-be. I hope, someday, the bad karma I've (maybe) collected (maybe) will mean that someone (like me, failing, wanna-be?) will see through my PRACTICED RESILIENCE and SELF RELIANCE and show up when I need her/him most.
Cripes-- that's about me again. Back to the mat.
BUT: If it happens to be you who gets that call about me, about dying or ministering to the dying, bring a casserole and a poem and let me weep on your soft shoulder.
G'night all,
Dawn
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