‘‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse….
Late, lazy afternoon day. It’s very warm as I lie on top of the bed. A dog barks. Robins tweet. A strange way to spend this Christmas Eve. I’ve been bed bound for the past 4 weeks as I recover from back surgery. It doesn’t seem that long, but certainly longer than we expected. So I watch the news, read , answer phone calls and check the multiple WhatsApp dinging into my phone.
Based on the volume of my WhatsApps, I picture the entire city whatsapping and texting this Christmas Eve afternoon : digital Christmas cards. Santa and reindeer jokes, photos, video of glittering Fifth Ave. NYC. And digital hugs. I haven’t checked Facebook yet. It might seem like I’m quite busy yet all those activities are interrupted by long, morphine-induced naps and mind explorations. I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed thinking so much. If only I’d have the energy and clarity of thought to jot down those illuminations and pursue those rabbit trails. Oops, I’m dropping off…
This is my first attempt at writing. At least it’s a start. Now, I’ll just sit back and enjoy the view, internal and eternal.🌈🌎
