deep

Exhausted. Body aches. Moving, sorting, cleaning all day. It started at IKEA. Need I say more? Well, I will. I am surrounded by things. Things to do. Things to put away. Things needing. Things wanting. Mouths to feed and bottoms to wipe. Stories to write. I am deep in this home. Deep in my head. I don't even know what's out there. I don't want to know. When I finally fall into bed at night, I lay there and think about the ocean. Blood of the earth. I send reiki and healing prayers. I go deep into the healing and feel more than I am ready to feel. Sleep.