People (friends and relatives) who are exhausted come to my house to sleep. Just sleep. I tuck them into an upstairs bedroom and I write while they sleep. I don’t disturb them. I don’t require anything from them. I don’t schedule anything for them, not even meals. They eat what and when they please. They speak to me if they wish, but if they don’t want to say a word, I don’t mind at all.
I write. They sleep. Sometimes for days. When they’re rested they go home again. And I never ask them why they came.
Something that's helping me write today: Feeling loved. Today i bought a new exercise ball to sit on and my husband came into my office while I was writing and silently piled pillows on the floor behind me...just in case.
2 comments:
Jen FitzGerald said...
Gotta love husbands.
And I love that you offer such a retreat for those in need. You are a good friend!
Regina Richards said...
Husbands are handy.