It's later than I meant to post about Turning Point.
That phrase occurred to me, and reminded me it's also a biological phenomenon. When a seed starts sprouting, there are some cells which form roots, and then right next to them are the cells which are to become stems of the plant. Every plant has this happen. A Turning Point where something gives them the message whether to be root or stem. Again and again, more cells are added in just these different ways.
So a new year is a definite turning point, at least for our society. On one side we have the past year. Many things to consider which are the roots of the next year. The stem which will have leaves is growing daily into a plant as tree, flower or crop. It will turn into whatever it's coded DNA tells it to, just as people turn into either boys or girls, or tall or short, or black or brown...etc.
Well while other people make resolutions, I just make a turning point.
I woke up one morning and thought that it was time for a turning point. So I got up at a different time than usual. I'd been having so much trouble getting out of bed in the mornings, I even talked to my physician about it. Somnolism he diagnosed it, though I'm not sure how it's spelled. He recommended I try just switching one med that I took at night to a morning dose, and try it for 2 weeks. That turning point morning was the eighth day.
Next day I reverted to sleeping after removing the C-PAP and found I could dream during these times, sometimes. Perhaps that's my sub-conscious desire to have dreams. But the following day I again woke earlier and didn't go back to sleep.
I was encouraged however, since I had so much more time in the morning to do things. I went shopping as soon as stores in town were open. I read blogs of friends and commented on a few. Ate a light breakfast, and a light lunch or second breakfast perhaps. I felt like doing more with my day. Considering new things that I haven't even thought of before...as well as knowing there's the constant list of household tasks. (If I were a good housekeeper, I'd probably not end up with so many problems, health-wise.)
I sometimes have to let chores go when my coughing or fever episodes come on me. But I've been catching up somewhat. A regular weekly, or monthly at least, task was to clean the filters in the air handling wall units. Oh my goodness. It maybe should be weekly. The bedroom filter was incredibly full of dirty dust. It turned grey with the spray wash (thank heaven these are washable filters.) So that is a turning point kind of thing, I'm thinking.
The pile of clothes to give to whichever thrift store is taking them these days has grown, but I know many other people have lots to give away at this time (after receiving new things for Christmas.) I have a new pair of jeans which is size huge, and I should have sent them back, but thought maybe they'd shrink with washing and drying. Which of course meant I couldn't send them back. I tried wearing them around the house, and they're so loose it's like wearing sweatpants with a belt to keep them up!
They are going to the thrift store, I just decided. So I lost the cost of a pair of new jeans. I'll look at the sizing more closely the next time I buy. But wait, let's first look at the ones for sale at the thrift store!!
The first paper white bloom! In the past narcissus flowers had a pungent odor. And were much bigger blooms. But no smell I can discern. And a few days later, more little blooms on the same stem. The box cost as much as the amaryllis, but this is the only stem with blooms, and it contained just 3 bulbs, one of which didn't sprout at all.
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Today's quote:
Allow yourself to release feeling any guilt about being happy.
Today's Art:
Portrait of a Birch,watercolor...by Roman Bozhkov
