I just looked up the definition of vertigo in one of my prized possessions--a reproduction of Noah Webster's 1828 American Dictionary of the English language. Vertigo = giddiness; dizziness or swimming of the head; an affection of the head, in which objects appear to move in various directions, though stationary, and the person affected finds it difficult to maintain an erect posture.
This time of year can easily become overly-packed and stressful. For me this means report cards, students half-crazed with the nearness of vacation and Christmas, online shopping, and church events. But for you, my dear daughters-in-law, I know it is even more frenzied.
Today I am home trying to ward off severe vertigo by dealing with it at the medium stage where the world isn't spinning, but jolting around a bit. Usually a day in bed with a lot of reading heads it off.
And I'm struck by the blessings of a totally quiet day. Mike is out of town. (Although I do wish he were here.) Reading the psalms quiets my soul. Reading a delightful young adult book feeds my writer's eye as I enjoy the deft writing. I haven't even opened my mouth to speak to anyone. Sometimes in the midst of frenzy we need a tranquil pool. Vertigo knocked my legs out and gave it to me, perhaps you can choose it somehow, in some creative way.
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