The other day, Lori at Dear Ms. Migraine wrote a poem about the dark. Lori and I have migraines. I understand her affinity for darkness. Today I have been lying in a cool, dark room. I wish I could say it is quiet also, but someone is outside somewhere with a very noisy gas-powered yard tool of some sort.
I don’t have a migraine yet. I feel it hovering at the edges of my brain, waiting to burst into my day with vengeance. That is why I am in bed in the dark. I am very sensitive to light, especially bright sunlight, on a day like today. Actually, I’m very sensitive to bright light at any time. I am one of those strange people who wear sunglasses when its raining! The brightness of the sun, coupled with scorching heat, makes me wilt like a delicate flower. I am not that way every day….some days I seek the sun and its warmth, although only if I’m very close to a pool, lake or ocean and its either spring or fall. Summer seems to drain every bit of energy from my body.
It is peaceful in the dark. It cushions me and my aching head when I have a migraine or my body when the fibromyalgia flares up or my mind when depression strikes. It also becomes a place of refuge from the chaos of daily life. Unfortunately, sometimes I spend time in this refuge when I really need to be doing something else. Hence, I am up and moving around, although gingerly, and writing my thoughts for whoever finds them interesting enough to read. For today, that is enough.