Whenever I lie tossing and turning at night, chasing ever-distancing sleep, I always think of the old Crystal Gale song, "... it's three o'clock in the morning, and it looks like it's gonna be another lonely night ..." Then I throw back the duvet and tiptoe into a darkened kitchen to make a cup of tea. (As do all good Brits—but that's a whole other blog!)
There's something special about three am; not quite night, not yet morning. And regardless of whether you have a have a silently sleeping partner, the stillness is palpable. It's a time when you can actually be still. And just be.
There's no one to call, no ringing phones, no beeping pagers, no screaming kids, no pressing or urgent in-your-face issues. And as the dawn chorus begins, and the lark heralds the untold promise of a new day, I snuggle into my robe and am glad to be alive in this world, experiencing this very moment.
Next time you find yourself fighting wakefulness, give in. Get up. Enjoy. And just be.
4 comments:
This is a great post! When I was living with my parents I loved the middle of the night because it really was the only time our house was still. There's something to be said for complete quietness.
Thanks for stopping by my blog, btw!
I find myself awake at a stupid early hour more often as I move through shifting hormones. And sometimes, not always, I stop fighting it and get up for a cup of tea and an early start to the day. Sometimes I just get on the blogs and read - it's a good way to start the day.
Stephanie and Deidre, thanks for stopping by! Nice to know we're not alone ;-)
I am not good at sleeping... I have had insomia for most my life. Backwards to most people. I still have to function in daylight hours.. But, one of the most beautiful times of the day is the peace of the morning as the sun rises over the earth. It is like the light of God chasing away the darkiness of this world. Yes the begining of a new day is the most peaceful and beautiful sight I have ever known.....
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