How do I get out of bed?
It’s after 4:30, my legs and arms and face feel empty of life… yet my heart is beating rapidly. I hear the magpies outside, and there is a bee in my bedroom window.
I wonder what that bee is doing. How did it get in here? It must feel so trapped.
My bedroom, a mausoleum for bees and other creatures that can’t escape. Creatures like me.
I shift my legs from side to side, knowing I must move and create some deep breaths. It hurts to inhale…. So I exhale all the way until I have no more within me to give out-then my body sucks all the air it can possibly hold.
There is the magpie again.
And I need to help this bee find it’s way outside… it can’t seem to do it alone .
And like that…I am standing on my feet. Looking out the window… a storm is gathering itself.
Thank you for listening,
Erliss
I follow you and grateful for your Honesty as we trudge the road of happy destiny through all the ups and downs so much easier when we know we are not alone. Sending so much love 💗
Thank you Laurie. Yes, the trudging is so much better when we know we are not alone. Thank you!
And Laurie- I apologize that I did not see your comment before now.