I rearranged the master bedroom Tuesday night.  I didn’t set out to.  I was vacuuming when I decided to wash the window sheers and the several wall hangings I use to make up my Arabian Nights harem canopy for the bed.  I moved the bed around, moved three chairs out of the room, moved one back in, night stands out of the shed and placed on either side of the bed, a variety of lamps and lighting: red, amber, 25w and 60 watt white. I’m mega sensitive to light so I like to have choices.  The room measures 15 x 20 and the bookcases lining the walls have my astrology, tarot and divination books in them. This is a good room to study in. There are now lamps at each sitting station. I like to keep my room as my sanctuary, it’s the only room in the house I am not reminded of the office. I often feel as though I’m on vacation when I spend time in my bedroom.  It reminds me of being at a hotel the day before a conference, relaxing, skipping the opening night dinner to catch some alone time. It feels deliciously self indulgent.

I had the best time yesterday. I woke up having decided to take the day off to lounge around and enjoy the new bedroom setup. I’m not a recreational sleeper but I felt like hanging out in bed. But as soon as I relax, my creative mind takes over and thinks of fun things for me to do.  I recalled a valet stand in the shed that I wanted to paint white to use in the bedroom. I jumped up and painted it, then got back in bed.

Not being a bed lounger, I didn’t quite know how to get comfortable. For me, comfortable is being in a good office chair at the computer. In my mind’s eye, I began designing a padded headboard then realized I had everything here to create it with, so I spent the next 30 minutes doing that. Then I got back in bed.

I heard the mail truck and ran out in my night shirt. The new letter carrier was squinting in the sun to see how old I was, always a source of amusement since from a distance my hair and animation makes me seem younger. My bangs were covering my eyes, so he was in luck: he can live in the illusion a little longer. In the mail I received a package I’d ordered, so I drove to Kohl’s to return it.  While there, I thought to buy new bedroom slippers to celebrate my new bedroom, purple knitted clogs with an outdoor sole. Being a barefoot gal, they are my first bedroom slippers ever.  I came home, put laundry in and swept off the patio outside the master suite. Laundry done, I jumped into pjs still warm from the dryer and got back in bed.

I noticed the outside bulb was out, so I got up and ran into the shed for one of those big flood light bulbs.  While in the shed, I scouted for more furniture to move into the new room and left with just the bulb.  I wasn’t being very successful at staying in bed all day, as was my plan.  I wanted to. Well, I wanted to want to.

But as soon as I relax away from work, my mind is filled with all sorts of creative ideas that I want to start doing… right now.  I at least want to get up and go to the computer and make a list of them and outline a summary of each while the info is flowing into my awareness. But that’s not just more busy work (is it??), it’s a relaxing routine for me as well: the downloading of intuitive guidance into written form so I can meditate upon it more fully and share it with those who are asking for the information.  Maybe I should just stop trying to relax the way everyone else thinks it’s supposed to be done.