i remember a time when i would sleep a lot. over 8 hours here, perhaps an 11-hour dream took me away there. the sumptuousness of imagery flexing and breathing within my head, beckoning me to stay with fluttered eyelashes.
as of late, i've been slowly feeling my body getting weaker and weaker as my enjoyed hours of sleep continue to ebb and decrease. i feel my musculature begin to ache and grow stiffer in the thin icy air of my bedroom in the mornings. there's too much work, too many moments filled with tasks, too much, too much.
but what quality of work, and what amazing opportunities i seem to have set out before me. it's so curious that the activities you love to do, could be directly contributing to the deterioration of your body.
there is rarely a respite from the encroaching sleepiness and the feeling that my health is waning. but in the reclaiming of a good night's sleep, there's hope.
upon the edges of sunsets and mid twilight times, i start to feel a surge of energy that i will get all the tasks done, and have a deep and amazing sleep.
the pixie-dust will put me down and under their spells. the synapses will fire and slowly through a blurred darkness, flashes of color and light will manifest, creating that beautiful escape.
tonight's homework:
drink a lovely cup of hot tea with honey and ginger. take a few moments to think about what you really love, and what you love to do. think about the people in your life that you love, and that love you. think about all of these things and people while you brush your teeth.
right before you swish and spit, but before you turn out the bathroom light, make yourself a promise to remain true to these things, and to these people with a full strength. solidify to yourself to be respectful, honest and open.
by the time you are slipping from this waking world to the dreamworld, know that you're doing great, and when you wake up, the world will have changed for the better.
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