I am so tired. We had an epic pilgrimage across England this weekend. Most of it in our blue Landrover that we affectionately call the TARDIS (it's a big blue box and it growls - hence). It really was an adventure, with trials of mismatched locks and keys and punctured tyres along the way.
I did have fun. And it was good to see my friend and her little boy and her partner. It was nice to help my father in law shovel wood chips onto his flower beds and choose a stove for his new bungalow. But the early starts and the late finishes really didn't do me much good. I'm writing this on the train back home, and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open.
Before I started out on this weekend, I promised myself that I would try to stick to my spiritual practice. Which is something that I have always found difficult. Of course, that didn't happen.
Setting out on time to get the trailer for the TARDIS was good, because we couldn't have made it to the dealer's on time if we hadn't had extra time to sort out the panic with the key for the petrol cap not fitting the lock. And the only reason we didn't make it to Westacre until after midnight is because the trailer had a puncture. Thankfully and angel in the form of a rescue and repair service man, came and sorted us out quite quickly.
But now I'm at the end of my rope, ready to have it frayed a little more by my last three days at work for the Summer, which will involve a couple of late evenings. I need more moments of rest in my days. Moments of solitude to reconnect. If I don't get those, I'll get very frazzled very soon.
As is the case with so much in my life at the moment, I need to find ways to stay aware. Aware of my levels of energy, so I can rest and 'refuel' before I get too tired. Aware of what and how I'm eating, so that energy flows through me clearly. Aware of my feelings so they can teach me. How exactly I do that when my days are chaotic and adventurous, I have no idea. But I have to find a way, otherwise the adventure will turn sour, and that would be a shame.