With My Bed on My Back

“Life is something that happens when you can’t get to sleep.” ~ Fran Lebowitz

“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.” ~ Homer, The Odyssey

“I love sleep because it is both pleasant and safe to use. Pleasant because one is in the best possible company and safe because sleep is the consummate protection against the unseemliness that is the invariable consequence of being awake. What you don’t know won’t hurt you. Sleep is death without the responsibility.” ~ Fran Lebowitz

They are out there, hunting, bathed in the light of the Full Moon. Coyotes at work, play, whatever . . . or maybe just dancing the dance we all do. Rabbits on the run. Two rabbits running in the ditch. And me here with my cat and coffee; wild animals prowling in the dark outside the door. I could easily go back to sleep, for at the moment there are dreams on both sides of the Veil. I missed posting yesterday because of sleep. Ten hours. My boss at work and I talked about it yesterday . . . sometimes you just need to sleep a lot. Take time to sleep, or at least be willing to sleep although you are serenely awake. I’ll do it some more this afternoon, after my jaunt to the wash-o-mat on the Pueblo. It’ll be a ‘chop wood, carry water’ sort of endeavor. It’s all just that simple. Take time to do a chore, then back to sleep for you, bucko . . . no, wait! The impeachment hearings begin today. I’ll hafta watch some. Probably fall asleep in the chair. If I do, and wake up with a crick in my neck, no worries, because tomorrow is massage day for this month. Go lay on the table and enjoy an hour of good conversation with a lovely woman while she probes then rubs out some of the stress, tension, whatever, from my aching back. It’s the highlight of my months. Energy work. Sleep is energy work as well. Don’t mind me – I’m in an odd sort of existential state of mind these days. I find myself sitting or standing in wonder at friggin existence its own self. Not a bad way to spend time. In the Dreamtime, yet aware. I think I will publish this then go outside to see if the coyotes are still yipping while they work. As my little Brazilian friend might say, I will have “my bed on my back” throughout the day. Exercise my “inner cat” and nap when and where I choose. It’s got to do with dreams. Aho!

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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