Nobody panic. I know what I am doing. I’ve been a practitioner of insomnia for the last thirty years. Not intentionally, it just emerged, showed up, arrived, without any invitation, or a heads-up. As we speak (speak?) I am at … 4:32 am, at the blogging place, with fairly high awareness levels. As someone once asked, “What do you mean ‘awareness levels’, O man of slight eccentricities on the Other Side of the Trees?”
I am glad you asked. I knew I was awake, but not necessarily aware of much, and then I was moving, letting the Force guide my soles, my soul, to my Crocs that I inherited from my son who did not want them. Gravitational force brought me to the fridge, doors were opened, and a shimmering, transcedent light broke up the darkness. I stood in awe of the beautiful light, and found one small container of red and yellow pepper slices. I chose a red pepper slice, carefully, amazed at how wonderful it was. Then, I saw it. I could not believe my eyes: a container of strawberries. My hand moved slowly to the container quietly, with hopes that no one else would hear, removed one strawberry: an absolutely stunning fruit. Before I could turn and go to the sink to rinse the strawberry, I froze, my eyes studying the strawberries, and carefully removed a second strawberry. I rinsed the two strawberries, tasted the miracles, continued tasting the miracles until the evidence had mysteriously vanished. The joyful and delicious experience of my palate was, and is, beyond words. I followed this up with a large glass of cool water. And all of this, a taste of heaven … perhaps … led me to the tapping I am hearing on the keys of my laptop. I am reminded that insomnia is not always a bad thing. In fact good things can happen, when I least expect it.