The Power of Lounge

It's January in Cleveland.

We have snow up to our eyeballs. (Figuratively speaking, of course, unless you're thirty inches tall.)

The rum balls and Christmas cookies have been eaten, the fat jeans have been reluctantly marshalled, and the fridge has been enthusiastically stocked full of lean meats, fruits, veggies, tofu, and Weight Watcher's yogurt.

The J-dog and V-meister are back in school (fingers crossed for no snow day tomorrow), the Christmas toys have blended into the periphery, and life begins again in ordinary time.

I've really enjoyed myself for these past two weeks I've been AWOL. Christmas was a little less hectic than it's been in past years - the P-Dawg took a week off work, we entertained, visited with family and friends we don't often get to see, and spent our mornings in pajamas playing with toys and tech gadgets.

There are many tidbits I could write about, but none of them seem to warrant an entire blog entry. Either that, or I don't have it in me to try and craft wry posts around the minutiae of our everyday lives just now. Strange, because I tend to get writer's block when I'm feeling low, not happy and content, as I've been.

I've been reading Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now and Eckhart has given me permission to "just be." In my case this apparently does not involve writing blog entries. One thing Tolle writes about which really struck me is the idea that industriousness and creativity go in cycles and that it's perfectly normal to want - and need - to "rest."

And so I'm resting. Not for long, mind you. I find that whenever I write a post about being creatively blocked, the muse does not waste much time in popping in again, the little tease.


J-Dog knows all about the Power of Now.

Foiled

We had some really strong winds come through here last night and I couldn't sleep because I had to keep a tree from falling on our house through the sheer strength of my will.

The way it works is that by staying up and fretting, I create a force field around the periphery of our dwelling with my nervous energy and thus prevent harm from coming our way. But! If I let my guard down, all bets are off.

Unable to concentrate on reading or watching TV, I got up and padded around the house in my waffle weave nightgown with the tiny rosebuds, stopping in front of each window to assess its proximity to danger. Then I woke up the P-Dawg to tell him I was pretty sure we were doomed. I had a vision of a tree crashing through our son's bedroom window and did he suppose there was anything that could be done about that?

The P-Dawg didn't think there was any danger of that happening, but he did think I should go back to sleep and allow him to do the same.

Which I did, eventually.

This morning over coffee, P-Dawg commented on the enormous tree branch that had been blown from the oak directly in front of our bedroom window. Hadn't I heard it snapping in the night?

As a matter of fact, I hadn't. Because I was fast asleep WITH MY VIGILANCE SHIELD DOWN.

Damn.