Lately, I’ve been listening to Nina Simone, I think she’s a pretty misunderstood artist. Some of her take on songs, revealed another, softer side to her – which I absolutely adore. She made the words come alive, to the foreground and left the music as the background.
It’s 3.45 am and I’m sitting here on the balcony. It’s a full moon tonight, my orchids are in full bloom and looking back at me. Probably wondering what’s up with this Hooman, why is she not sleeping. But then I’m pretty sure that plants are not able to think.
I’m watching the clouds pass by. Do they always move so swiftly past me? I never noticed, maybe I did. But they do prance across the sky. The moon is really round. Is there a logical explanation of why some clouds move while others don’t? How can two different sets of clods move in the opposite direction? Seems like there are a background and foreground type of clouds.
Finally, I’m at a point where I can be truthful with myself, and fully accept that I am more ready to fix things. Healing is pain management and rehab. The heart is indeed a muscle. I’m privileged to have been able to observe the practicalities of the process. And I hope I don’t have to be ashamed of my brokenness and I will be able to see through this with much patience.
And to continue to celebrate the tiniest wins in life, and in myself.
And body, please do not wake up at 2:3-0, you’re too young to wake up in the middle in the night and not go back to sleep.
Love.