delara, interrupted

In the ebb and flow of my life, there has always been significantly more flow. Months will go by before I come up for air as the hustle and bustle of "busy-ness" takes over. Day after day there is so much that happens I find it difficult to set aside time for reflecting or blogging. Even in my "off" times (as these days are supposed to be) I find myself surprisingly "on" - doing things and being there for others and myself in an effort to be "productive" with my time.

Whatev.

It is time for some ebb. I have little left to give and I do not like the way that feels. Time to refuel. Not sure how I am going to do it yet, so please don't ask. I just know it has to be done. For the third day in a row, I woke up tired this morning - as though I had not gotten an hour of sleep despite the fact that I slept well over 8 hours.

This is a sign that an ebb is needed. Badly.

The trick will be refueling and not trying to figure out where to go next, although that is exactly what all my friends and family are hoping I will do. And soon. And I know they're just excited to see what is in store for me. I am too. Really I am. But I can't even begin to think about what comes next until all systems are replenished. This boat ain't goin' nowhere on an empty tank.

So, I'm docking here for now. And turning the engine off. And connecting to the auxiliary power so the battery can recharge. And dumping the waste that has accumulated. And cleaning the deck while stocking up on supplies.

And

just

floating

in

place.