Such a gift! The opportunity to observe the Universe in the dark, quiet pre-dawn hours. Why does it have such a bad name?— Insomnia—“Not-sleepingness”—as if inadherence to a conventional sleep pattern were somehow an infraction on Life. Mid-nocturnal wakefulness is only a disease if you call it one. I’ve done some of my best work in the middle of the night, and my best sleep in the middle of the afternoon. I have been blessed to have the freedom to do so. It may come down to a standoff between my institutional irreverence and the establishments—legal, medical, educational, corporate. They have tried to define me for sixty years. I have danced with all of them and as I sit hearing the clocks and my heart tick, I ultimately listen to my own voice. “Insomnia” as a term comes from a scarcity mentality. “Dear me, I haven’t enough”—in this case—“sleep.” That may ring true in an alarm clock world, but that’s only one world out of many.
I like sleep. I have nothing against sleeping through the night, overrated as it may be. I won’t go as far as to give it a Latin name that means “not connected to one’s dreams.”
May you sleep well, and live a life filled with colorful, abundant dreams.
May your dreams be fulfilled.
May you rise each day with awe, with gratitude for God’s restoring your soul, with a deep connection to your truth and to your internal time piece that measures your days, years, and life according to your unique rhythm.