Making change

I got back from walking about fifteen minutes ago and I am amazed at the change in habits this house has made in me.  I have never been a morning person until I moved here.  Well maybe as a child.

My mother once promised me breakfast in bed if I would stay there until ten o’clock in the morning.  The novelty of that made me do it, but it was an agony!  I remember counting the minutes at the end.

Here I often wake up around six no matter when I go to sleep, but there have been other changes too.  My dreams are filled with scenes from the past in unfamiliar scenarios.  Last night I dreamed the water was rising and we had to take everyone up into our attic.  My father was shaking out dusty old blankets, my daughter was washing tons of silverware, my sons were moving baskets of stuffed animals.  I know the idea must have come from the book I am reading, The Sound And The Fury, where one of the characters talked about the water rising.

It’s hard to believe I am so easily influenced, but I am.  Everything around me touches me.  I tend to notice, but I believe it is like that for most people whether they notice or not.

Part of being human seems to be the ability to adapt and the easier that is, the easier life is.  I don’t want to be a chameleon and fade into the background, but I sure don’t mind going with the flow as long as that flow is crisp and clean and clear.