WHEN I CAN’T SLEEP

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I hate those nights when I can’t sleep.  Though you try not to stress it, that’s where you end up anyways.  How else could you not be, without sleep?

I find myself here again, tonight, sipping tea and tapping at my keyboard.  Sheba is asleep, curled in her bed, beside me.  How I envy her.  But I will not dwell on that or on frustration.  Instead, I will pause my thinking.  I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.

I can rest, if not sleep in the quiet.  I can breathe into the spaciousness of the night.  I can release all my worries, angst and judgements.  I can let go of the past and dreams of the future.  I can just be here now, in the night, tapping out my words….with no stress or need to be profound.

SILENT IS THE NIGHT

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So he is over there at the center of the earth, and I’m over here near Santa’s hideout.  We are both in darkness in this moment.  The sun will come up for him in one hour.  The rooster will crow.  And I will be heading to bed.

We talked on the phone earlier in the day.  He could have been just as well be in Maidstone, Saskatchewan.  The line was that clear except he couldn’t quite get in his truck and be here in two hours because there’s an ocean between us.  So we talked and hung up.  He went to swim in the ocean.  I bundled up in my winter gear, Sheba in her fur, for our daily walk.

The house is silent.  Sheba is still.  I breathe.  All is well.