“…the devil’s hour, two o’clock on a summer afternoon–the siesta hour.”
― Kamel Daoud, The Meursault Investigation
I have learned many lessons since moving to Texas.
One of my most recent lessons–wait–let’s change that to a new awareness–is the power of the afternoon time called the siesta.
Even if I’ve spend the majority of my time inside, the intense summer heat drains my energy. Every day as the daytime heat intensifies, I feel the need for some afternoon down/re-charging time.
This former Iowa girl is creating and defining her own siesta space.
Not surprising to anyone who knows me, time management is an issue.
Unlike my dad who came home for lunch and a quick ten minute nap, my down time tend to be connected to an hourly meter.
With age and some selective wisdom, I’m accepting and adjusting my siesta standards and expectations. I have determined these adjustments are justified by the fact I am up earlier which gives me the opportunity to see many more sunrises and I am up later for some very excellent star gazing.
I like that.
“I count it as an absolute certainty that in paradise, everyone naps. A nap is a perfect pleasure and it’s useful, too. It splits the day into two halves, making each half more manageable and enjoyable. How much easier it is to work in the morning if we know we have a nap to look forward to after lunch; and how much more pleasant the late afternoon and evening become after a little sleep. If you know there is a nap to come later in the day, then you can banish forever that terrible sense of doom one feels at 9 A.M. with eight hours of straight toil ahead. Not only that, but a nap can offer a glimpse into a twilight nether world where gods play and dreams happen.”
― Tom Hodgkinson, How to Be Idle
I am…
B…simply being.
~God bless and peace, Y’all.~
B...simply being... 