I woke up extremely early this morning, considering the late hour i went to bed last night.
My dog was whining and pouncing outside my bedroom door.
I thought. "
Great, the only day i can indulge in some sleep you wake me up".
I yell at him "
Go back to sleep, would you?"
My window is on my right side when i lay on the bed. I turn my head and i see it.
The color of the sky is pearly, milky, off white, gray opalescent, liquid silvery, fluorescent metallic, starrily white like the Milky Way forgot to clean after herself while leaving the night on this side of the hemisphere....
The sky seems beautiful and dangerous. Like a menace. Like a prediction of troubled times ahead to come.
A desperate Cassandra might have yelled at the indifferent ears of the Athenians "
Look up. Be warned'.
Little Chicken would simply say: "
The sky is falling. The sky is falling"..
I know the storm is coming.
Hurricane Ike, they call it.
My friend Jennifer will be flying from Chicago today. I am supposed to pick her up at the airport. I worry for her flight.
She will be back with her husband, my ex brother-in-law. They have been at the Mayo Clinic in St. Louis, Minnesota, where he had endured two weeks of tests and poking and vials of blood sucked from his body to understand the reason of 15 years of killing migraines that leave him like a vegetable for days.
I worry for both of them.
I turn and toss. I want to sleep some more. But my capricious REM waves had definetely abandoned me.
I sighed. I watch outside again.
I am in a strange mood lately. Moody and emotional. It might be all of these worrying thoughts swirling in my mind.
Fall always brings me this kind of pensive mood.
My dearest friend P. is finally back from one of his many trips but his heart is troubled and i don't know how to talk to him. I worry for him
Myriam, my Iranian friend, texted me last night. She was at the hospital: her 3 months old baby girl, Eve, has been acting strange since birth...yesterday her little, beautiful head wouldn't stay straight.........the doctors suspect something is wrong in her little brain....Eve is a doll...Myriam said she will call me today with any update.
I worry for her and baby Eve.
Two days ago my friend Gianni called me from Italy.
"She has a nasty ovarian cancer, you know?"
She is my longtime friend and ex co-worker P.
She is the girl who made possible for me and my ex husband to meet. We invited her at our wedding. She has been our cheering mascot for years.
A short, feisty, out spoken woman. A lesbian who fought for years for her rights and her dreams.
Gianni and I have said to each other"
She will kick that cancer in the balls, you will see"
But we worry for her.
My mom has a bad cough going on by some days. She minimizes as usual this window in our conversations.
"
Are you taking something?"
Vain words...she never takes any medications. If not some Tylenol that i ship to her once a year in industrial quantity.
"It will go away. You know me. Each Fall i have this cough"."Yes, mom. But, please take care of you".
I love her and i worry for her
I mentally add them all to my list of constant streaming thoughts......
I feel like a tree.
My summery, thin like paper green leaves are going to turn in magnificent red ones.
Its Fall again.
And i am fine with that.. I feel like Time had miraculously stopped inside and outside myself.
But my Summer is slowly turning in my Fall, nevertheless.
I do feel grateful.
I am more confident, grounded, experienced, just because i have been weathered by life.
I say to my daughter "
Welcome the bad and boring days because they will make your happy days look better".
She says
"Yes, ok, but....uhmm...my hair look horrible today".......lol......teen agers....
I love her to death and i worry for her.
I worry because I know that the new Fall will bring the North wind.
And the North wind might shake my leaves once more. One more time.
One by one the tree that i am will have to see its leaves shivering and being troubled by the gusty wind.
The tree will try to protect them and (jealously, oh so jealously) collect them together.
But one leaf will eventually fall...... one there, another one further.....the tree will have to let her go...
Its just a matter of time.
And ...then...the tree itself might fall under some heavy, beautiful but cruel snow, some indifferent and damaging storm...
I turn on my left side. What a thoughts i have in my mind ....
.
The light in my room is phosphorescent......i feel like lying on the bottom of some unseen ocean...my legs are morphed in that lusty, fishywetty tail one more time....i dream of being a mermaid again....far away from this dry land...
But.....what's this noise? Darn it, you again?
My dog is looking at me now from the left side of my bed.
I bet he thinks: "
The storm is coming, woman. I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my legs. I feel in my gut. What are you going to do about it?"
"
Silly dog" i think "
When the storm hit us we can only duck down and do what we have to do. Survive at our best".
I pat him on the head.
I say "
Ok, you stinker.Time for your walk"
Good day, Scasters. Dont let the storm of your life drag you down.