Gale force winds shivered our timbers last night. Deck furniture blew to the left, blew to the right, crashing against the walls, but every time I ran downstairs to look, everything was calmly sitting in its place. Or so I thought.
I stayed up much later than I expected to, not actually making anything, but holding and looking, joining things in my imagination, seeing what they could become. Finally at 11:41 I drifted off to sleep to the stormy sounds of the wind and rain.
I was awakened once again just as I had entered the sweetness of REM time. Was I dreaming about water? Plop, plop, plop. Not only was the roof leaking, but it had decided to let loose directly over my head, and the rust colored water splattered onto my pillow. I ran to get the big spaghetti pot, ping, ping, ping, then I dragged my blanket and pillow (the dry one) off to Emily's room, burrowed deep down under cover like a Peter Cottontail.
I was awakened yet again at 4:00 a.m. by an insistent pounding on the door or the front window. It sounded like the ghost of boyfriend past, impatient and demanding. Was it him? Or some neighbor come to tell me that my chimney had flown into his patio. My heart echoed the pounding downstairs, but I waited, frightened. By the time I dared to creep downstairs, whoever or whatever it was, had gone away.
By morning the leak over my bed was slowing down, but the one coming through the light fixture was picking up speed. I phoned in my absence due to emergency, called up the condo management company, and waited for a roofer to call me back. While taking Shoobie for her morning constitutional, I saw what had been making all that noise the night before: a wide swath of my roof had been busy prying itself off the top of the building during all that wind. It now lay defeated and worn out across my garden bed.
Despite the damp dormitory and the lack of sleep, I was in a strangely good mood. I thought of my inheritance from Great Grandma Farrell - a framed, hand-lettered quotation she had hanging on her dining room wall:
Guest, you are welcome,
be at your ease.
Get up when you're ready,
go to bed when you please.
Happy to share with you
such as we've got -
the leak in the roof
and the soup in the pot...
Ah, yes, I thought, I should make soup and invite some friends over! There's just something about this episode happening now, in conjunction with the other recent events, that makes me wonder. Time to get rid of some of the tired, worn out parts of my life that no longer serve, and move on to the new! (It's all a sign!)
And now~ Excerpts from this week's horoscope from Astrology.com (that I just read):
November 16: New Moon in Scorpio
What is your passion? Is there something you want so badly that you feel like if it doesn’t come true you will have missed out on something important? Few signs are as intense, driven and powerful as Scorpio; now is your chance to put everything you’ve got into furthering your goals and dreams. This is a time of new beginnings. But to get what you want, you need to let go of whatever is not working and anything that has outlived its usefulness whether that is an attitude or a life situation that no longer fits who you are today. Invest now in something you want to grow and become more important in your life. At the full Moon later this month, you’ll have a chance to stand back and take a look at what you’ve accomplished!
November 21: Sun enters Sagittarius
You’ll feel restless as the Sun travels though this nomadic fire sign! Use the energy and enthusiasm of Sagittarius to break out of old routines. And since you are likely to be in a questioning mode as The Archer is known for being quite philosophical, ask yourself some of the bigger questions about the meaning of life and what your purpose in it is all about. You will receive some interesting answers. It’s time to be inspired –- and inspiring!
How's that for some cosmic synchronicity? (God is working in mysterious ways...)
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