We’ve talked quite a bit here about body clocks and how each of us has a personal rhythm. But for some reason (one I just don’t even bother to question because there would be no point) the Universe is telling us to address it again. Or some damn issue similarly based. For the third day in a row I have woken up with the idea of “time” in my head.
My alarm clock is set every day to the same time: one-two-three (1:23), unless I am forced to get up early (and it better be a freaking life or death situation) then it’s set for one-two-three-four (12:34). If I do not set an alarm, or someone doesn’t come in and ATTEMPT to wake me, I just keep sleeping. Like I’m in a coma. Or simply dead.
Since my bedtime is generally between 4 and 5 this equals out to around 8 hours of snoozing. It’s how much everyone should get. When Daniel wakes up too early, I have been known to reach out and grab him, forcefully implying that he is not, in fact, DONE sleeping. Most often though he’s gone and I don’t even realize it. Sometimes he goes upstairs and naps in the guest room bed, or on one of the living room couches. Other days he reads the paper and starts his day too soon, then needs a nap around evening time (if it’s not a work day/night).
He is adjustable, I am not. This has been my pattern for many years. When the witchlings were in school I’d have to sleep in two parts, unless Dan got home from work and could get them all off to school. On those days I’d get up when they were getting home. It’s just how my inner time keeper is set. My niece (who you saw in the restaurant picture recently) Nikki is the same way. Her father is not.
I have no clue why some people are morning folks and some are better at night. Today I have no answers, just statements of fact. But it all makes me think of yesterday’s card that talked about being our true selves. About being authentic to who we are and what we believe in or what works best for us. Telling our truths to the world by being who we genuinely are seems like an important and worthwhile ideal to strive for. And apparently that’s part of the message I am supposed to type out right now.
Our daily draw is Ally’s totem animal, and it has such good things to say in general that I was very pleased to see it when I flipped the card over earlier.
“Bear (Art pronounced as Arsht) ~ Primal Power, Sovereignty, Intuition married with Instinct.
The card shows a bear standing by a cave entrance with a mace at its feet. Such a mace was found by archeologists near Stonehenge. It is midwinter – the time of Alban Arthuan, the ‘Light of Arthur,’ at the winter solstice. A crown lies in the foreground, and we see the Polar Star shining brightly amongst the constellation of the Plow, also known as the Great Bear or Arthur’s Plow.
Art connects you with the very deepest of your ancestral roots. Here, at this level, you are in touch with the Primal Mother – the Bear goddess Artio, who will defend you fiercely from all danger. You are connected also with the Bear god Artaois, the mighty warrior Arthur, the guiding Pole Star of the Great Bear. Your intuition will never fail you, if you will listen to it in the still darkness of the night. Working with Bear gives you the opportunity to become a Spiritual Warrior – like Arthur. You can find the way to come into your power by marrying your strength with your intuition. Integrating your primal power with your intuition means uniting your star-power with your animal-power, both are symbolized by Art, the Bear.”
The strength in this totem is unmistakable, and because I know xenatuba in real life, I can tell you honestly that the similarity of character here is amazing. Yeah, when you know who walks beside you, well…. that is a power unto itself.
In stitching news I have a completion to report. Yep, the Second To Last, Formerly Last Freaking Kit With Cats, is done. I’ll take it in tomorrow and collect my pennies. I’ve already started on the (really) Last One, or We Must Replace This Kit Because It Was Stolen project.
Can you see why in MY head it kept looking like a sunset?! Not very moon-like at all. Plus, ya know, cats.
Now that Delia has used her google-fu type skills to inform us what the license plate for Indiana looks like I keep seeing them all over the place. I spotted one yesterday and another one in the pool parking lot today. And a Florida as I was coming home.