As a child, I was fascinated by my hands’ dexterity. I am ‘double-jointed’ and can bend my hands and fingers into all sorts of strange, unnatural positions. I wish I could boast about how this ’talent’ has benefited me, but other than being the undefeated “Thumb War” champion in my family, it hasn’t. It only serves as an oddity and an off-putting party trick. Still, I treasure my flexible little hands and thank them for seeing me through countless yoga poses, hours of drawing and painting, and a lifetime of ability.
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