Summer is here

Whatcom Falls

You have seen me this scene with me many times over the years. On Saturday, Melanie and I walked through Whatcom Falls Park and I took a picture of the low level of water in the falls right now. We've been having little to no rainfall, which is the reason for its meager flow. Sometimes after it's been really rainy, the water flows from one side to the other, covering all the rocks, and creating a roar as loud as a jet plane, but we were able to talk to each other in almost normal voices, it's so tame at the moment. Still awfully pretty, though.

And yes, summer is unofficially here, after passing through the Memorial Day celebrations around town, with the annoying closures of so many places I like to visit. Today I went back to my favorite coffee shop, which was closed for two days this weekend: Sunday and Monday. No yoga class yesterday either, since the Senior Center was closed. We are back to normal, and now the summer has begun in earnest.

The days are long, and the nights are short, but I discovered a lovely sleep mask, thanks to my brother during our family gathering at Thanksgiving. I ordered one as soon as I got home (he had lent his to me, which was a lifesaver), and I use mine every night, once I climb into bed, all ready for it to be dark outside, and with the help of the sleep mask, it is! It is soft and fuzzy, washable and adjustable, and the little divot in the front is where my nose goes after I slip it over my head. It covers my ears and doesn't slip around, so I am able to fall into a deep sleep pretty quickly. I had never seen one like this before, but now I am able to enter into the darkness right away, no matter what is actually going on outside.

It is amazing how the little things in life can add up to create a delightful environment, fit for a queen! No need to travel anywhere except into my nightly slumbers with plenty of dreams to enjoy. Funny how when I enter the dark, the scenes behind my eyelids fill with marvelous and vivid stories. 

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? —Zhuangzi

 Well, I know I am not a man, but I have been one in my dreams, as well as a butterfly once, long ago. Life is good, and I am definitely enjoying living, being awake, and dreaming.

:-)