“Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.” – William Hazlitt
I had the most horrible nightmare last night. I dreamt that I had a chance meeting with someone I’ve not seen in years, and the last time I saw them our friendship didn’t end on good terms. The dream was rude, angry, and infuriating, and it actually ended quite violently.
I feel a bit ashamed admitting this, actually. It has been a long time since I’ve had such a violent dream, and the last time was around when I was at the lowest of my depression a few years back. This time around I think it’s a function of how much tumult is currently flying around in our household.
My son came home from hospital yesterday, and had an atrocious nights’ sleep. My wife, the saint that she is, stayed up with him until 3am when he finally relented and allowed her to give him some pain medication, that also helped him sleep. (Albeit fitfully.)
The war my head is, I’m pretty sure, directly related to my son’s anguish, and my wife’s dire need for rest. I also think it’s related to how many things are coming and going, changing and moving around, while we prepare our house, our business, our life to be picked up and transplanted into a bus to travel the country.
I will make some time for meditation today, I promise. I need to restore some peace in my mind.
How about you? Are you at peace with yourself, or at war with others? Maybe it’s an underlying war with yourself?
With much love,
PS Thanks so much to everyone who wrote to me yesterday and today about my son’s hospital stay. It warms my heart and brightens my day immensely to know you’re all out there supporting us and our journey. Thankyou. :)