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Lighting One Candle

Lighting One Candle

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It’s a strange sensation to lose electrical power in the middle of the night. Already dark and quiet, it might almost pass unnoticed. But I happened to wake at 4 a.m., perhaps missing the whir of the fan. When I glimpsed my darkened bedside clock, the silence suddenly made sense.

It was not just the deprivation of darkness, then, but a deeper lacking. Did I feel it somehow, drifting as we were without power through the night? I think so. My own small reading light seemed an insufficient candle to counter all that darkness. It gave me light enough to read by, though, and the evening was cool enough that I felt drowsy again before long.

Just as I began to drift off, a large truck chugged its way down the street. It was the power company. They were on it. I fell back to sleep lulled by the purr of the big truck’s engine.

Give(ing) Sleep a Chance

Give(ing) Sleep a Chance

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Lately I’ve been giving sleep more of a chance. When I wake up at 4 a.m. I don’t always rise to start the day. Instead, I read or lie still and concentrate on breathing in and out. In other words, I try harder to add those elusive sixth and seventh hours to my nightly tally.

This may take time. It may be getting light by the time I finally drift off again. But I persist.

The other way, the way of wakefulness, is good too. It opens up hours in a life that seems to never have enough of them. But things are brighter, sharper, clearer, with those extra two.

By the way, this is a tip of the blog to the 1969 John Lennon song “Give Peace a Chance,” which I found out this morning was recorded … in bed.

Zzzzzz!

Zzzzzz!

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I’ll try to make tomorrow’s post brisk and wide-awake and forward-looking.  But today’s is … a celebration of slumber.

That’s because, though I’ve done a bit of visiting, baking, cleaning, reading and movie-watching these last 10 days, what I’ve done most and best of all is sleep.

This is not an insignificant achievement, since sleep is something that often eludes me in the normal course of events. Faced with a slew of hours to fill, I’m glad I’ve filled many with early bedtimes, late mornings and even a three-hour nap!

I’ve enjoyed waking up to light, not darkness; to knowing there’s no Metro to catch or work to do. As January 2 draws nigh, what I will miss most about these lovely, end-of-year days is the ability to roll over and catch some more winks.

Fear and Trembling

Fear and Trembling

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The rain has stopped and the crickets are singing. A crescent moon winks between the trees. I’ve just lured Copper up from the basement, his sometime home this rainy summer. He spent the night in a thunder shirt, which keeps his trembling at bay.

Watching his fear of rain and storms intensify with age has taught me a thing or two about fear, about the way it takes a body over and will not let it go.

Easy enough to say, “Don’t worry, little guy. Nothing’s going to hurt you.” But harder to prove, and he knows it.

I keep all this in mind for my middle-of-the-night wakings, tell myself what I tell him. I don’t believe it, either.

Found Time

Found Time

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Sometimes when I wake early I think it’s because there is something I need more than sleep. That something would be time.

I’ve never been a prima donna kind of writer. I fold personal writing into my day: dashing off a post before dawn, scribbling thoughts in my journal on Metro. I have no backyard cabin or artist’s garret (I wish). The living room is my “office,” and my writing time is whenever I can find it.

Still, there’s never enough time. So every week or two I don’t fight the early waking as much as I might. I come downstairs and grab the two hours or 90 minutes or whatever scrap of time insomnia has given me — and use it to read and write.

I might start the day a little tired, but I’ve filled a greater need. I’ve lost sleep — but I’ve found myself.

Alarmed Dreams

Alarmed Dreams

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Lately I’ve been sparing myself one of life’s annoyances — I’ve not been setting the alarm. This is because I wake early anyway and must be at the office late. But this morning I was back to the familiar insistent beeping. An early dental appointment requires the utmost punctuality.

One difference between non-alarmed and alarmed wake-ups is that dreams seem closer to the surface with the latter. This morning’s was, ironically, that I had missed the very dental appointment I woke up early for. There was no real reason supplied, just inertia, lack of interest — which, if you’re going to miss a dental appointment is an excellent reason to do so — but my subconscious was not buying it.

So here I am, still groggy, needing to leave in half an hour. Because if I don’t, my dream will come true. And not in a good way.

Late Arrival

Late Arrival

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First there is the wakening, slightly panicky, the feeling that something is not right. Next, a peek at the clock. After 2 a.m. Surely she should be home by now.

Should I get up and look out the window? If the car is there I’ll rest easy; if it’s not, I’ll be awake till she gets home.

Last night it was the latter. A late arrival, but not much later than my wakening. I fall back to sleep, happy and grateful.

The morning after the late arrival is another story: Bleary and disbelieving. How can it already be day?

Sleep Week

Sleep Week

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It is with no irony — only earnest good intentions — that the National Sleep Foundation has set aside this week, March 2-9, as National Sleep Awareness Week.

The irony, for me, comes from the fact that this coming Sunday we “spring forward” into daylight savings time, losing a crucial nighttime hour. It’s a lost hour I notice mightily, since I live on the edge of sleep stability.

But no, the professionals say, this is exactly when you should be doubling down on best bedtime practices — sticking to a sleep-wake routine, exercising daily, avoiding naps, creating a cool, dark, comfortable sleep environment.

What happens when you do all these things and still wake up at 4 a.m.? It’s hard to find much on the National Sleep Foundation website about that. But I have some ideas.

Reading, writing — even blogging, perhaps?  There are worse things.

Mental Map

Mental Map

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What wakes the mind before the body is ready? Does sleep’s string snag on
a jagged dream?  Whatever the cause, suddenly thoughts are spinning again.

There is only so much one can do when
unconscious. Best to seek its return as quickly as possible. Shift from back to
side, flip the pillow to find its cool undercoat. Seek the trail of breadcrumbs back to oblivion.

As Hansel and Gretel discovered, though, breadcrumbs are not reliable. Pebbles work better. They
gleam in the dark; they light the way home. 
Best of all, though, is to memorize the
way. To have a mental map and follow it.
Cleaning Up

Cleaning Up

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As one who routinely gives short shrift to sleep, cutting corners whenever possible, I read the newspaper article with great interest. Reporting on a study published in the journal Science, the article said that new imaging techniques have allowed researchers to better understand how the brain cleans cells during sleep.

Apparently, the space between cells expands while we’re snoozing — which gives a network that drains cellular waste from the brain more space to flush out the toxins.When we sleep less, the brain can’t go about this housekeeping function as efficiently — and toxins build up. No wonder my head feels foggy the morning after I’ve slept five hours or less.

This finding explains the restorative nature of sleep and may also help scientists better understand Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s diseases.

All I know is, I’ve gone to bed earlier and slept later ever since I read the article. And that’s a good thing.