I love a good festival of sleep

Sleep restful by pino72Awakening from a long night’s sleep can feel like being in a drunken stupor.  I awoke at 4:00 am wondering, “What did I do last night???” I’d worked Saturday long into the night finishing the March magazine. Sunday morning we went to the Lightworkers’ Circle at Aquarian Dreams, then afterward for an adventure on the beach and lunch overlooking the water.  Oh, right, it’s coming to me now, the giant baked potato as big as my head.  We came home, I finished the magazine and sent it in to the printer, then about 6:00 pm it was nap time. Which for me turned into a long winter’s nap of 10 hours.  

The night was cool, the blankets warm, my work was done, I felt happy, the bed felt comforting, I felt drowsy.  I awoke for a few minutes about 9-10pm, my typical wake up time. The night felt cool, my blankets warm, I went back to sleep.  I can usually guess, within minutes, what time it is even if I’m awakened from sleep in a dark room.  I felt groggy.  I gave it some thought. I guessed 2:15am.  It was 4:00 am.  I liked that my inner clock had gotten such a reboot that I didn’t even know what time it was. I like being eased out of a time/space mindset so I can experience existence outside a linear time frame. While disorienting at first, it is very freeing and allows new perceptions to emerge.

Sometimes I can just lie there, pre-paving my day, using creative visualization on my projects, mentally praying the healing bench. Sometimes the wakefulness passes just like the drowsiness passes, and I fall back to sleep.  Sometimes I don’t. Last night I did.

The last week or so I’ve been off my sleep schedule. I had a flurry of placing ads, readying a residential rental, interviewing tenants all while in the midst of final layout for the March magazine.  It was in the best interest of time efficiency for me to keep my cell phone with me as I napped.  I kept being awakened after just a few minutes sleep, so the last few days I began to get markedly under-slept.

I know my long winter’s nap last night was my body resetting itself, which always happens. That it happened right after a monster meal with a potato the size of my head is a testament to my good digestive health. Yay, me. I spent the morning moving my stereo and music collection out of the back office and into the main room. I’ve been meaning to sort my cds out for years. The fact is, when home alone, I seldom listen to background music. I have a small collection of  devotional bhajan/kirtan, new age music, Native American, world music,  some rock and reggae classics, many meditations and guided visualizations on cd, the Monroe Institute Gateway Experience series.  I seldom play any of it.  I enjoy the silence when I can get it. I’m always awaiting silence so I can give thought time to my own thoughts and ideas.

Today, the only job is to do whatever I want to do. In fact, I feel a nap coming on, so I will contemplate just that for awhile.  I’ll keep you posted.