Our Own Little Universes: Pains, Rips, Stars, Itineraries and Insights

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Our Own Little Universes: Pains, Rips, Stars, Itineraries and Insights

Yolanda and Pasiano must have thought I was crazy when I started packing a week ago for my 2 month trip to the beach. First, all of my clothes piled on the bed in the spare room, then art and jewelry-making supplies piled on one end of the other bed, computer and photography needs piled on the other end. Bags full of other art supplies. Then two days ago, little piles of spices and kitchen tools, canned goods, disinfectant for fruit and veggies, bags of papers I’ve been wanting to sort for 13 years. (There will be time at the beach, where I know no one.)

But now it was the night before and with the car mostly packed with suitcase and bags, I still had hours more of sorting and packing to do. I knew it would probably mean a late night, and I’d have 5 or 6 hours of driving to do. Could I get enough sleep so I wouldn’t be driving sleepy, by myself, with no one to spell me?   I have been rushing around trying to get dozens of details finished before I leave and I was so tired last night, with still a half-dozen things to do, that it occurred to me that there was no law decreeing that I have to leave today!!!  So, I’m putting off leaving until tomorrow morning. That way I can finish packing at my leisure, sort out what I’m doing re/ the illustrations for the book and whether to take the scanner or not and get a full night’s sleep before driving to La Manz.

I don’t know why I get these mind sets about how things “have” to be done.  Such a relief and so glad I decided to do this because I was up three times with severe leg cramps during the night–sometimes both ankles, once my inner thigh and opposite ankle…Such agony that a hot shower couldn’t ease. If I had neighbors, they’d think I was either having the best sex of my life or that someone was killing me, because I was moaning and screaming out at great volume!  Then I thought to get in the hot tub and they eventually eased.

The third time this happened, about an hour ago, I almost fell asleep in the hot tub, but woke up, thought I needed to get out, and glanced up to see the quarter moon perfectly centered through a tear in the umbrella I’d positioned over a side of the hot tub.  You know what happened.  I had to get up, naked, dripping, cold, and go get my camera and then back into the hot tub to try to capture that phenomenon.

Dozens of shots later, with flash and without, I’d gotten a few barely effective shots, but realized how these pains of life sometimes lead to highly personal insights and experiences, so although the camera did not catch exactly what I’d experienced, my mind and memory had, and it might be that thing I remember in my last hour or last moment and gain strength or hope from.  So intimate, these night experiences with ourselves.  Those times when we realize we really are our own universes.  Our own little gods, having the final power over ourselves.

In short, although if I thought I had to drive alone to La Manzanilla today, I’d be so worried that I would fall asleep at the wheel, instead I don’t have to worry.  I can do my final packing today and then get a good night’s sleep.

I’ll leave tomorrow.

10 thoughts on “Our Own Little Universes: Pains, Rips, Stars, Itineraries and Insights

  1. okcforgottenman

    “So intimate, these night experiences with ourselves. Those times when we realize we really are our own universes. Our own little gods, having the final power over ourselves.” I just LOVE that sentiment. You put words to something I’ve felt for ages, but never found a voice to.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Thanks for not forgetting to comment. Heh. What I write passes so quickly out of my memory that I thought you were writing the quote and only realized on second reading that you were quoting me! Kind of scary.

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  2. A Teenage Poet

    Good story…I’m glad you now have that moment for yourself, even if the camera didn’t quite do the job. Thanks for sharing 🙂 Have fun at the beach! xx

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  3. Allenda Moriarty

    I was enchanted by the moon pic, glad for the explanation. Your story also answers my question regarding your departure date. I think we were actually awakened here in Huntsville by your vocalizations last night, just figured it was the loud sex, of course. I think it woke Charleston and Ans, too, as I faintly heard their voices calling, “Judy, are you home?”. Have a safe trip to the coast and a marvelous and productive vacation.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      This is a 4 year old story.. reblogged. Somehow they posted a totally unrelated posting for the prompt. Don’t know how that happened. So I had to save face. I go to the beach in Jan. I’ll drive carefully then.

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      1. slmret

        Haha — I actually wondered if you were really leaving today — thought you’d returned not that long ago! But do be careful driving until January as well!

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          I’m always careful driving. Have to remind myself not to fiddle with audible on my Kindle, though. Just takes a second. I will promise to pull over after this.

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