Not Always

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 Yesterday I sounded more like a prophet.  I don’t always feel that way.  Life goes on.  Today I just want to relax and reflect and smoke my pipe.  Some mornings I wake up thinking and some mornings—like this morning, I don’t feel like thinking at all.  Some nights I have vivid dreams and other nights I might dream, but forget them after I wake up.  

My Angels made me very unique in this regard.  I often have dreams related to my Angels.  It just depends.  I try to relax my mind before going to sleep.  My wife and I often share a laugh or two before going asleep.  I try not to think too much in the evening.  I simply want to go to bed with a calm mind.  

In today’s world we can be bombarded with information 24/7.  I like that college football is on now and if there is a later game on, I might watch for a while if I don’t care who wins or loses.  If I care too much then I can’t relax before going to bed.  I read a lot during the day and when I want to relax I’ll listen to some lofi music or watch a rug cleaning vid.  Often I like the scenery that goes with the music.  Particularly if the scenes are of unique coffee shops.  

I can stress over news.  I know I need to get to the gym, but I can’t go later in the day.  I need to keep my heart rate lowered by five according to my cardiologist.  I had a good cardiologist who knew a lot about stress on the heart.  My heart functions at about 50%, so I have to take great care of it.  

I relax a lot these days, but while it might show on the outside, I know what I’m doing on the inside.  I might appear calm and relaxed but on the inside I might be different.  I know myself pretty well.  But I would say every heart patient knows what is going on in their bodies.  Sometimes I need to get away from my phone and put it out of reach.  But this is why I smoke a pipe.  Doing so lowers my BP and helps keep me relaxed.  Today it is my Gettysburg pipe with some Bayou Night.  My coffee is from Trader Joe’s.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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