I need a rock concert or some other such rowdy thing. I need to jump into the ocean, cold, ruthless waves knocking me around a little bit. Or maybe to spend the afternoon sweating, chasing a wily cow up and down Dad's oak and madrone covered, tick-infested hill back into the fenced pasture. Something wild and breath stealing. If Tom and I could just go back to the Rocky Mountains for twenty-four hours.........
We've been working hard around here, non-stop. Physically and mentally. Sweating and straining our brains and backs and biceps. Awakening with the first color of sunrise. Asleep before head hits pillow. My soul cries out for some attention. My heart says, "Hey. What about me?"
I'm one of those sensitive, intuitive types who need truckloads of inspirational, alone time and yet, I survive on the occasional mugful. Adapt I must and have, but it hasn't been easy. Patience was never my best friend, a hair-trigger temper was. But patience, being her sweet self, taught me to employ her, to love her, to ride her.
Temper, ick, she still shoots out now and again, hurting, yelling, frustratedly making her stupid self known. She rides me. And it usually feels good, until the ride is over and I see my loves hurt and twitching at my feet. Cruddy feeling.
Fortunately I am surrounded by complicated people here in this household. They give me space, and they cramp my style so much that I have to change. Perfect combination.
But what do I do for them? No clue. They all seem healthy, able to communicate what's going on inside, good listeners.
Music is shared and gets us all on the same page when we find ourselves cracking under the pressures of life.
The screaming, singing, swaying release of a wild rock concert. That would help. Ain't gonna happen anytime soon.
But, look out! The stereo is going to be playing loud, all weekend long, and we are going to do our heavy work while rocking out. Knowing us, there will be gyrating hips, quick stepping feet, spontaneous dancing in the front room or front yard, head banging with the hammer in hand, and smiles. Lot of smiles.
We are weird.
Weird works here.
"I need a big weekend,
Kick up the dust!
Need a big weekend,
If you don't run you rust."