I Hear the Time of the Starry Sky

turning over at midnight
a world in myself

Busy June continues. There’s a substantial light at the end of the tunnel now, though, and plans were cancelled last Thursday and Friday which gave me a blessed, blessed reprieve. I spent those evenings doing the two things that I knew would be most effective in recharging my ragged and weary state: organizing, and crying.

I’d go so far as to say that my surroundings give an indication of my state of mind. Both my brain and my room become untidy when I get busy. To do an extensive organizing binge amid the chaos helps me convince myself that things are not so bad.

And I don’t know why it is, but having endured the pace of June so far, and being subject to plain old life and nature’s rhythm, it does me so much good to just have a good cry. It is physical venting in the utmost. On Friday night, the twins were out for the night so it was the perfect opportunity. I watched The Land Before Time and cried at every part a person could possibly cry at (and before every part, knowing what was coming). This includes full-on bawling when the little flying guy tries to give Little Foot a cherry but he ignores him, and wailing with teary triumph as Cera returns to help push the rock off the cliff. What a great movie that is. I’ll probably make another post about it in July when I have time again.

Anyways, it was a great set of nights, and on Saturday morning, I felt emotionally great but physically steamrolled (which lasted all weekend). But I painted faces at the BBQ like a rockstar and went for lunch with Lyndsay and hung out with the boys at Alex’s graduation party and looked again for my comet.

That sneaky comet.

I can’t find anywhere in the world that has optimal viewing conditions for it right now. Maybe the lesson of the comet was that some things aren’t meant to be, right now. So, I’m hanging on to October to see comet Hartley 2. I guess I don’t care which comet I see, so long as I eventually see one. That may be all I need.