Just A Little Longer Mom, Please?

Wretched device designed to angrily yank me from my warm and safe place. I wish to meet it's inventor, discuss with him or her why this action must be so violent; with all of it's incessant beeping and obnoxious distractions and had they even once considered a gentler, kinder way in
which to rouse an innocently sleeping individual?

I think this must be what it would be like if we could consciously recall our birth, thrust out into the cold and brash world without our permission. Eyes still closed with despair and wishing ourselves back to the beauty of our mothers womb, all the while wailing and carrying on about the injustice of it all. However, when we are born we are then given to the comforting arms of our parents.

Not in this case. In this particular situation, we are not allowed to huddle up to our mother for protection. No no no, we must get up to face the injustice alone. Boooo.

So this morning, I took a stand against this evil. I very irresponsibly and carelessly ignored the horrible beeping and finally shut it up, permanently. Not out of rage, I simply removed the object from my environment and have decided it does not belong there any more. I smiled to myself as I climbed back into my warm and safe place and was truly and ultimately and totally...content. For however a brief moment and it was good.

And as I laid there taking in every moment of that warmth; the warmth from my body, from my sleep, from me; I began to reminisce, yet again, about the beauty that is simplicity. The simplicity of resting my heart, my mind, my body, my spirit. Surrounded by softness and physical comforts. The simplicity that is laying in bed longer than you "should." About something so valuable as being warm and how that warmth can make you feel so alive. And how safe I feel in that bed, it does not judge me. It does not care about my moments of weaknesses, insecurities and neediness. It does not mind my imperfections and neurosis. It is not cold or unforgiving, only welcoming and inviting. Selflessly allowing my rest, expecting nothing in return. And did I mention warm? Yes. Warm.

So I am feeling gratitude once again for something so simple in my life, that snuggly wonderful place that is my bed. Where I spend a lot of time in it resting all that I am and allowing my poor unconscious to regroup as I dream through whatever topic it happens to be that night and sometimes I spend time in it NOT resting at all and enjoying myself tremendously and sometimes I just lay in it and cover up and hide from everything that is outside, rejuvenating myself and giggling wildly at all it is that I find there in my solitude.