Author: Brian Schnabel

Julia and I have both been cranking along with our schedules for the week. The appointments of course being nonnegotiable unless a client cancels.

Today was wet outside but I had plenty to keep me busy inside. So… It really wasn’t a big deal. And… Just for the hell of it, I started surfing the internet at one point looking for Royalty Free stuff thinking about the pending Meditation project the wife texted me about yesterday.

While I was working on one of my sites today, I got a text from Julia during a short break between her sessions with client. She wrote, “Would you be willing to help me create a guided meditation in either MP3 format or on CD I could use with clients?”

So… Julia and I got up early this morning and, after some coffee, we headed into my study to see if we couldn’t come up with a schedule that works for both of us. “It was a rather rude awakening!”

When I woke up this morning around 4:45 AM I felt like I was living a dream. The sensations flowing through me were powerful in a very relaxing sort of way. “Damn does this woman spoil me!”

I must have looked my sadness and frustration when I woke from yet another intense dream this morning because I felt a hand on my arm and a soft voice saying, “The day will be a good one. I promise you.” Then I felt a brush of hair on my chest and face as Julia lightly kissed me.

I was lying next to my wife contemplating the dream I just had as I watched her presumably sleeping.  Then I realized that she was awake and simply very relaxed when she stirred slightly and asked softly, “Touch me with your finger and make me vibrate like the cabinet door?”

Julia and I woke pleasantly tangled up in each other on her side of the bed. She started laughing when I opened my eyes and asked, “What the fuck happened?”

As it turned out… Julia was thrilled I was actually the first one in bed last night. “This is a treat. This is really what I needed right now. Thank you,” she must have said in about twenty different ways as she drifted off to sleep in my arms.

After I changed the sheets on our bed and got out of the shower, Julia was still out cold on the couch. When I gently lifted her up and began carrying her into the bedroom she did Stir slightly. But she dropped off again after I had set her down on the bed and pulled up the covers for her.

“You can eat and you can live honey? And… What is it you think you have to eat to live?”

“Wow,” I heard. “You’ve been at it for two and a half hours,” she then said as I felt a hand on my shoulder. She then added, “That’s quite the focus!”

Julia awoke this morning with a question on her mind that became pretty evident when she handed me a coffee and asked, “What if we were to build our own boat?” My head was still a little foggy and I must have looked pretty stupid for a few seconds because she started laughing. She then asked again, “What if we build our own boat?”

“Feeling like you aren’t living up to someone’s expectations my Love?” The voice asking that question was warm and soft. It took me a few seconds to clear my head enough to realize that Julia was the one asking me that question. “What a shock it would be if it wasn’t Julia though!”

This afternoon Julia and I hit the US Post Office off 206 in Augusta NJ so she could talk to Shannon about doing a mailing advertising her practice; kind of a fact-finding expedition if you will. From there we decided to hit Jumboland over in Branchville for dinner; Becky, who used to waitress at Kathy’s in Fredon, taking excellent care of us this evening. Beyond that? It was what one simply might call, “And easy-going kind of day.”

At about 3:34 AM this morning, I was working out a vision in my head that I’d just awakened from. Then, as I was about to dose back off to sleep again, a set of hands reached out in my direction and a voice softly said, “Be a dear and bring that morning wood over here, won’t you?”