I’ve posted about sleep before—lack of sleep, interrupted sleep, and jealousy over my dogs’ ability to sleep so peacefully. Lately, though, I’ve been the one sleeping soundly—and without any chemical assistance. I read an interesting article about sleep in a recent issue of Yoga Journal. The author suggested that night waking wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and that it should be acknowledged, then pushed aside. I’m simplifying the concept, but the article helped me think about sleep in a new way. I’m no longer afraid of waking up in the middle of the night and tossing and turning while listening to my husband’s tranquil restful breathing. I’ve let go, and as a result, I’m sleeping. Good Night. And I do mean good.
“Good Night”–Watercolor Pencil on Multimedia Paper
I am incredibly envious of my dogs’ masterful ability to sleep. They sleep the majority of the day, drifting in and out of slumber. They can sleep through just about anything, other than the sound of the treat jar opening. And when they do wake, it takes mere seconds for them to slip back into a dream. I, on the other hand, wake at the slightest sound—my husband’s breathing, the house settling, the air conditioner kicking on—and it takes a miracle for me to resume my sleep. I toss and turn, think, over-think, worry, and catastrophize. I’ve tried OTC sleep aids, natural sleep aids, and odd Southern remedies, but nothing really works. I usually spend the next day in a sleep-deprived fog. Actually, I think I might be in one now. Maybe it’s time for a well-earned nap.
“Sleep”–Graphite and Colored Pencil–From my Sketchbook