Our Nights: prompt
Dreamless
Into The Void
I have never been one to remember my dreams. Oh, on the rare occasion, I will have some deja vu in my waking hours and can grasp a snippet or two of the dream I was reminded of. But that is not the norm for me. Also, there have been nightmares — so real — that even the alarm clock was a welcome portal out of that hell and back into My Life.
I have noticed that I sleep better, deeper, longer — if I do a short yoga practice and meditate right before bedtime. It’s such a sure bet — that I rarely miss my nightly practices. They are part of a calming, bedtime routine.
The stress of These Days has only made my nightly rituals more vital to my emotional, mental, spiritual, and physical wellbeing.
As a nurse who worked swing shifts, double shifts, nights, weekends, call, and holidays — I found I could bend my circadian rhythm and twist it into a pretzel. But still, get some deep sleep. Perhaps this is one reason why I have never remembered my dreams upon waking. There simply was no time for any kind of recall and reflection. Eventually, the mind stopped entering them into my nearly full memory banks.
Or perhaps it’s because over the last twenty years or so, I’ve gotten better with listening to my intuition during my waking hours — it doesn’t need to come knocking…
