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STUFF
Wednesday Apr. 8, 2015
I remember my dad telling me he’d had a ‘rough night’ and asking what that meant which inevitably revealed rough night meant difficulty in some form related to his bowel issues – which disrupted his sleep, consuming so much scarce energy.
His rough nights sapped strength for the coming day long before any roosters welcomed the dawn …
I’ve had some of those lately … not THAT kind!
More the ‘awake wrestling with things emotional kind’, made me occasionally wish for that other kind. Not last night, but recently and often. Not that I wished physical discomfort, but because I wanted to escape that difficult mental part …
I have come to believe rough nights are essential somehow … not for discomfort’s sake, but to reassure ourselves that we alive, thinking, feeling, dealing with our stuff …
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Paia, Maui, HI
morning walk: 17C/63F, overcast, everything freshly washed by an early morning shower and rooster-wakeup call, streets were empty but the Moana bakery was open …
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