Last week I was trying to remember that Shakespeare quote about sleep...I know, I know there is that giant data base in the sky that I could go look for something instantly but it is more challenging to try to retrieve something from my mind that wasn't important when I learned/read it but now is of utmost importance...and then... there on
Karen Michel's ETSY page, were the exact lines I was looking for... along with a gorgeous print...
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth
I am not a good sleeper...never have been. Don't know why. The descriptive phrase my daddy used for my sleep habits was piss poor. I wake up every morning at 2:22. Have for as long as I can remember. I usually go back to sleep, but when I don't, I have all these things that go through my head...did I leave something undone? Can I fix it right now? I've gotten better about letting go of things and trying to go back to sleep...I do have to be at work at 8 regardless of the amount of rest I got. But I am not always successful...
Sometimes things seem just beyond where I can retrieve them... just on the other side of the veil or hidden by a curtain that I can't quite draw. I've tried the "leaving a notebook by my bed so I can write down what I am thinking about" thing... to deal with it later but mostly in the morning it said things like "Uncle Bernie" (I don't have an Uncle Bernie) or high yellow...or something of equal importance. And really, that never helped anyway. I've tried teas, herbal remedies, lucid dreaming techniques...not quite ready for real drugs, still want to be in control I guess. I don't think it bothers me as much as it bothers others that I don't sleep much. Four hours a night is about my average and I am almost groggy all day if I get 8 hours. Just the way I am..but could the world stand it if 8 hours made me more amazing than I already am? ha!
Wouldn't it be nice if a simple STOP could turn off those thoughts? Fortunately these days there are folks on line at 2:22 in the morning so conversations can be had, ideas can be tossed around and it isn't so sucky. A friend is traveling and is sometimes 8 hours ahead, sometimes 7 so it's day there and I can get a update and find out fascinating things about faraway places with strange sounding names...
I know that it sometimes just one of those hot blasts...but it does give me some reflection time...and while I've always known that control is an illusion...I'm being to believe so is sleep...
What do you do to help you sleep?
Here is a song for you...For Allegra, Andy, Stephanie, Sue and so many others who have asked...I'm fine. Don't know why I quit blogging, just did. But I'm fine...having lots of adventures... I've seen my beloved Leon twice in the course of 2 weeks! There have been trips in planes, trains and automobiles, tea parties and birthday parties. Memorials and celebrations, letting go and grabbing hold of friendships...been to the Roller Derby, saw a Neon Boneyard, hiked up to the mountain top, been to a desert very different than the one I claim as home. It's a fine life and it's my life and I'm sorry I have been remiss in sharing with you. I appreciate your concerns and checking up on me. Truly, I'm fine and did I mention that I've seen Leon twice since I've been here? Standing in front of that tour bus...I was 19 again...he is still the sexiest man alive...after 40 years and seeing tons of his concerts...I remain devoted. So see, I'm better than fine! Oh and I turned another year older and deeper in debt...wait, that's a whole other song!
It's been a really sucky day so it seemed important to find these:
click on the pictures to see them in more detail...
we all raced around trying to capture the magic of this weird snow...
1. Atomic baby Jesus in a pulsating bed.
2. Time to reflect
3. A still amazing moon
4. Sharing the Christmas Eve tradition with new friends and seeing it through their eyes...New Mexico really is a cool, kitschy place to live!
1. A murder of crows swooping in and landing all over the place.
2. Right out side my door. Lots and lots of them...
3.In the most amazing light...and dark...and light sky
4. As if this is where the party is...cawing and swooping and talking amongst themselves.
5. A good day...feeling better...an apple added to the broth/ginger ale menu.
1. I get to work with these goof balls! Today was dress up day since nothing says holiday like flannel and bandannas...we just hoped no one got shot when they left for lunch...
1. The morning after the eclipse was better than the eclipse...I woke up to the most marvelous pink light filling the room...I ran outside barefoot and without a coat to take these pictures before it faded.
2. 360 degrees of amazing pink, orange and actually red light..a wonderful smell in the air...almost like cookies. Remember in Michael when all the women thought he smelled like cookies baking? That's what it was like...honestly!
3. And the crows in the air above me were dancing in the air. With the grackles, they were making the most outrageous racket that made perfect sense to me. Really...it was morning and I hadn't been drinking...even coffee! It was unreal.
4. I wish I could say the rest of the day went as well, but there were absolute periods of not bad interspersed that made me smile.
1. A touch of spring in the air on the first day of winter
1. Small beings dressed up for the holidays to excited to sit still
Last week I was trying to remember that Shakespeare quote about sleep...I know, I know there is that giant data base in the sky that I could go look for something instantly but it is more challenging to try to retrieve something from my mind that wasn't important when I learned/read it but now is of utmost importance...and then... there on Karen Michel's ETSY page, were the exact lines I was looking for... along with a gorgeous print...
Sometimes things seem just beyond where I can retrieve them... just on the other side of the veil or hidden by a curtain that I can't quite draw. I've tried the "leaving a notebook by my bed so I can write down what I am thinking about" thing... to deal with it later but mostly in the morning it said things like "Uncle Bernie" (I don't have an Uncle Bernie) or high yellow...or something of equal importance. And really, that never helped anyway. I've tried teas, herbal remedies, lucid dreaming techniques...not quite ready for real drugs, still want to be in control I guess. I don't think it bothers me as much as it bothers others that I don't sleep much. Four hours a night is about my average and I am almost groggy all day if I get 8 hours. Just the way I am..but could the world stand it if 8 hours made me more amazing than I already am? ha!
Wouldn't it be nice if a simple STOP could turn off those thoughts? Fortunately these days there are folks on line at 2:22 in the morning so conversations can be had, ideas can be tossed around and it isn't so sucky. A friend is traveling and is sometimes 8 hours ahead, sometimes 7 so it's day there and I can get a update and find out fascinating things about faraway places with strange sounding names...
I know that it sometimes just one of those hot blasts...but it does give me some reflection time...and while I've always known that control is an illusion...I'm being to believe so is sleep...
