Friday, August 27, 2010

Grr-attitudes

Awake again in the small hours, on a whim I reached into the cupboard of my bedside cabinet and found my journal from 2005. I have been in the habit for a number of years of keeping a fairly perfunctory daily record, but on the Christmas before this particular year I had been given a hefty slab of a thing called The Sacred Journey - subtitle: Daily Journal For Your Soul. It was given as a thank you gift by a student and I appreciated the gesture. But the journal begins and ends with the assumption that lists of gratitudes and affirmations are the order of the day. I entered into the spirit of the thing somewhat half-heartedly - I don't really need reminding of what I'm grateful for and what with one thing and another, the fact that I have kept on keeping on is enough of an affirmation of some kind of faith in life's essential goodness. On re-reading, what stares back at me is the sheer determination of the person who wrote the journal entries. I was teaching classes then and was involved in a number of projects that asked for focus, engagement and creative input, intensely grieving my dad who had died the year before, running the home and fretting about the daughter who had not long left it. I was, by anyone's standards, desperately ill and pretending not to be. There was sabre-rattling fall-out from the dysfunctional wing of extended family. In place of affirmations I began to jot down supper menus for the week to come (dear old spag bol and sausages with coleslaw and baked pots, I kind of miss you). Under monthly/weekly resolutions I put things like "write three poems" and recorded the titles of poems that got writ. I had teeth pulled. I got flu just in time to scupper plans for a writing retreat on a Scottish island. Just ordinary stuff but I don't know - truly I don't - how I managed it. Life now seems stupidly serene in comparison. But some things don't change. Under Gratitudes at the beginning of that year I mentioned Mr. Signs - his constancy, tenderness and brown eyes; my children - for everything they are, have been, will be; true friends; my beloved father.

I would put those same things again now. And life is easier - though I have had to give up things I would rather not, I am grateful. But I would like to sleep through the night on a regular basis. Thanking you, Universe, in anticipation, and lying awake counting one's enemies is often much more effective than counting sheep or blessings. Just saying.

12 comments:

Cusp said...

Don't keep journals or diaries...never have. I love to read other peoples...in the form of books rather than those of the people I know in everyday life --- wrenching them from peoples' drawers :O) but I don't want to write down all my thoughts/activities. I hold what's important to me in my head and what is lost from my head I deem unimportant.

Never sure, either, about this 'gratitude' business.....as in the fad for listing each day that for which I'm grateful. I hold dear what I hold dear and appreciate other stuff as it comes along. I vent my spleen when I need and have a good wallow in misery and fury when I need too. Most of time I see the funny side of things.

Hope you can re-establish a decent sleep pattern soon (*)

Reading the Signs said...

ah, it's been years since I could say I had a regular sleep pattern, Cusp. I reckon my life would be *hugely* transformed if I could crack this one. But the Universe no doubt hears your good wishes for me (you do, don't you, Universe?) and perhaps your petitions will succeed where mine have failed. If so, I will reward you handsomely!
I take it that (*) is some kind of esoteric symbol and not just a lone titty? But yours looks slimmer than mine.

Reading the Signs said...

actually no, they now look to be the same size. That's good, Cusp. And the one breast is of course Amazonian woman, which has to be me (I just ordered another book from them).

Cusp said...

It's a litte hug ...not a tit ! Honestly you're SO uncouth sometimes.

Sleep patterns are a bu**er. Have had phases where they were completely awry...literally ...with sleeping in day and awake most of night. Sertraline was helful at worst point but now VERY regular bedtime and eating carbs before bedtime help.

Reading the Signs said...

I swear I didn't know that - about the hug, I mean. Of course the nipple would have to be lower down if - no, I'll shut up now.

Zhoen said...

May you sleep well, and deeply.

trousers said...

This post is tremendously helpful right now - as in, right now - when things are getting rather unsettled round my way.

Reading the Signs said...

Zhoen, you know what? Last night I did! So your good wish had wings.

(Cusp? Keep up the good work)

Trousers, I am coming right over to see what's a-goin' on in Trouserland.

Kahless said...

Mmmm, I forgot what I was going to say having read your comments. I think the talk of tits threw me.

Kahless said...

Hey, I just spotted you unfriended me
:-(
Am I easily forgotten?

Reading the Signs said...

Kahless, I certainly didn't "unfriend" you! You've been there on my sidebar all along - see? I went and added you for a second time before spotting it :)

(re talk of tits - well sometimes things like (*) just throw one)

Kahless said...

Oops, thanks for that!