I had dreams last night. In one my husband and our best friends were drowning. I knew I couldn't save them and I despaired. Just at the moment of the deepest grief they resurfaced and were wet and spluttering but very much alive. And early this morning I had another dream that the new clinical notes at work took about an hour and half to complete per client per session. I was drowning in clinical notes yet to be written. It was horrible.
Tonight we grilled lamb chops and I made penne pasta tossed with sauteed pine nuts, sweet red bells, green onions, garlic, and romano cheese. It was wonderful and so undrowning-like.
I've just come in from trimming the "water wise" garden. At 8:30 p.m. there is still some light and the night breezes starting up are heaven sent. Extremly grounding, not at all like drowning.