Sunday, February 14, 2010

5:58 am Sunday Morning

5:58 am Sunday Morning, quiet, only the tick of the second hand of the clock as it makes its way around and around is heard. Then the sound of the heater starting begins. There is something very comforting about the sound of that heater. It is like an old friend who makes you feel safe. We are speeding so fast through the cosmos that relational anchors, like the sound of the heater, provide signposts to help place us, ground us in our lives. Sometimes I feel like I could spin off into the great unknown, but not the unknown of a great adventure, but the unknown, of being separated from the self, from the people and things I love. Part of this is just the movement of live. Everything is in motion and our position to everything is in constant flux. This is the flow of the multi-dimensional river of life again. The heater turned off. I hear the sound of my daughter breathing in her sleep.


Richard Ewing said...

I AM all those people in this post.

Textile and Stitch said...

I feel the same way about the sound of the heater, although I can't say I ever experience it that early on a Sunday. Out visiting links I bookmarked from the days in the fish bowl; you're blog's a great read with unique illustrations...I'll be back :)