sharing my life experiences, reflections and insights as a mother, a writer, an Occupational Therapist and and a spiritual being having a human experience

Four o’clock in the morning

It is 4:00 in the morning.

Sounds like the beginning of a song.

It has been awhile since I have woken around 2:30 am, unable to sleep and have come to the kitchen to my lap top.

Today, I went to my email not sure why I was doing that, seamed so frivolous, like I needed to do something of more importance like write but wasn’t feeling in a place to write.  Good decision as I came across the link to my husband’s Blog, “My Spiritual Spot”.  His most recent blog post called

Fickle Fart

I had to read that.

And so I did and then I read more and more

And found myself wanting to read things he posted prior to his heart attack as well as just after it.

I commented on his posts and finally in my last comment, found myself writing

delving deeply into my own thoughts, reflecting and expressing

For some reason, I am now frozen, unsure of what to say next.

I could say how reading other inspiring posts, helps inspire myself and helps me reconnect to who I really am and to remember who I am and my purpose here.

Maybe this blank feeling, this unsure of what is next, is only

space

breathing space

It is ok to be in the question

to just sit in the stillness

the quiet

the space between the words

this early morning time is space between the busy moments of my life

breathing space

and breathing is essential for living

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