And I'm wonderfully grateful for the opportunity to get enough sleep. During my regular work life, I was getting between five and six-and-a-half hours of sleep a night. You youngsters probably think this is plenty, but it sure wore me down The delicious feeling of waking up at 7:00 without a rush of adrenalized OH NO! I'm laaaaate! is wonderful. Sorry to brag, but there it is.
And as for light and the blessed, if temporary, absence of rain, I'm practically dancing with joy. I went for a three-mile walk through SE Portland neighborhoods yesterday (Great technique: set yourself a trivial errand that doesn't involve carrying much, at least a mile away. Start trompin'. Rain gear if needed for extra credit.) It was GREAT! So many people have done such interesting things in their front yards, even if they still need weeding, even if things are soggy. What a great place we live in. Today I'm going to Mt. Tabor since it's Wednesday no-car day and walk around there in this glorious sunshine. I think of Goethe's last words when the light comes back like this.
What is missing, the poet thought, what do I need,
what do I want to flood me
till I float out on its pure blue tide?
Light
At long last light, sweet silent lavish
light:
More. Light.
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