Hello from sun-warmed, locked-down England! I’m finally home for the summer! Travelling here during this pandemic felt awfully normal in some ways and rather odd in others – overall it just felt weird that it was both weird and not weird. (yes, I am very jet lagged right now – so I may or may not be making any sense :D) But now I am home and it is utterly delightful. The normalcy of home-life and my family is very comforting during this time of upheaval and uncertainty – nothing can quite beat squishy hugs from little sisters and eating barbecued steak in the sunshine. 🙂
I’m going to keep this short today as I am struggling to stay awake due to the lovely phenomenon of jet-lag. I thought I would share a poem on sleep that I wrote last month – it seemed rather fitting given my current state of being. 😀 Hope you enjoy!
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I pin my eyes open
so I can stuff my brain with fluff
making a pillow of my head.
Sleep unravels the edges of my mind,
I must stitch them back together with dreams like needles.
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‘Tis but a wee little thing, but I’m feeling this poem tonight like I never before! Jet-lag is a peculiarly bone-heavy, brain-numbing thing and I really need to go get some sleep. 😀
What has been your experience with jet-lag? How did you like this poem? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!
Sweet little poem. 🥰 Welcome home! Thankful you arrived safely. Enjoy nestling down with your family.💗
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You still manage to have wonderful words even when you’re tired! This made me smile, even though I haven’t had experience with jet lag! 🙂
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