an observation

I am lying in bed. It is dark. I can hear techno music. It appears to be coming from a particular house across the road. The house that is inhabited by a number of people who appear to be less than 25 years old. The house that about once a month emits techno music well after midnight.

I would like to go back to sleep but the irregular rhythms are keeping me awake. I feel myself becoming indignant. I start to think, ‘selfish bastards! Why don’t they show any consideration for their neighbours? What about all the shift workers in the street!’

I start doing this exercise, in my head, in the dark. I get a little curious about the needs of the occupants of ‘that house.’ Do they need a little fun and freedom? I remember what it was like to go out til late and come home and continue the party. I remember Jessie and the whip cracking incident. I am now smiling. Maybe the music isn’t all that bad.

I wake up a few hours later, well rested.

Published by Rowena McGregor

I am an educator, librarian, & researcher interested in how a transpersonal approach can transform communication and create connections even when we are in conflict. I also love snails -- little metaphors I use to remind myself to take some time to dwell on an idea, to revisit it, to circle around it, for as long as I need before I 'get' it.

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