{Building a makeshift tipi by Vermillian Lake. Postcard collage, 2008.}
{Feeling weightless agreed with me. Postcard collage, 2008.}
Harder and harder it has been to be roused from sleep these past summer days for I don’t seem to be sleeping much at all. To bed late, fitful slumber, stuffy room, such things do not make an early riser no matter how hard I try. I don’t rise with the sun. If anything, its very arrival makes me sleepy. I appear to peek when night descends and lest this new January timetable of mine changes, it feels unlikely I’ll be able to achieve very much this year, nor see anyone either.
I am in tune with the nocturnal animals when I should be with eyes closed and dreaming. My pattern of late is to work on the computer or read the papers or novel till my eyes feel too heavy to continue or a headache looms. I dine late, enjoying slices of watermelon and pineapple. Outside, the ringtail possum with his white-tipped tail feasts on the seed and bread crumbs overlooked earlier in the day by the plump and silly pigeons and doves. It seems a shame to put stop to these night time adventures and natural leanings but if I am ever to get anything to the post office on time the following day or arrive at a meeting before 11am with ease and dry hair, I’ll have to change my ways.
('Today I dance tomorrow I travel' is a line shouted by Rumpelstilzchen in the fairy tale of the same name. I have borrowed my Mum’s small blue book of Six Fairy Tales with original etchings by David Hockney. The works he created to illustrate the tale of The Little Sea Hare are particularly beautiful.)
(On January 15th of this year, this blog turned three. Can you believe it? I can’t.)
