I made a conscious
decision not to write about the upcoming elections, although this year
there could be a great deal to write about, at least in Maine. I
considered some thoughts about the holidays, maybe Halloween, but that might be for
another time.
The other night, as the rain
quietly descended upon Pittsfield and the surrounding area, I was
startled out of a deep sleep with a loud 'bump'. I know there are children's stories about things that go 'bump in the night',
designed to generate nightmares in childhood dreams. Could it be
something hiding under the bed?
It is funny how darkness often causes us to be somewhat more fearful, probably because it is difficult for most of us to see in the dark. But think about lying awake in bed and imaging all those creatures crawling on the ceiling, the walls and the floor,,, and now crawling all over my arms and legs. And those two little eyes staring at me from the corner of the room? I hope they belong to the dog.
It is funny how darkness often causes us to be somewhat more fearful, probably because it is difficult for most of us to see in the dark. But think about lying awake in bed and imaging all those creatures crawling on the ceiling, the walls and the floor,,, and now crawling all over my arms and legs. And those two little eyes staring at me from the corner of the room? I hope they belong to the dog.
Not too often, I will wake up in the middle of the night either because the dog jumped on the bed, some squirrel raced across the roof
or a tree branch brushed against the house because of the wind.
At that time, in a semi-sleep state, the mind races. What just
happened? But as I lay quietly trying to get back to sleep, I begin to count sheep or try to solve all the problems that didn't get solved the day before, or anticipate the events of tomorrow and before long, if I'm lucky, I drop off back to
sleep.
Then in what seems to be only a few short minutes the alarm announces the beginning of another day. Waking, I have little recollection of what I thought about in those sleepless moments. Had I solved the problems of the world? If I did, why didn't I write them down for future reference.
Then in what seems to be only a few short minutes the alarm announces the beginning of another day. Waking, I have little recollection of what I thought about in those sleepless moments. Had I solved the problems of the world? If I did, why didn't I write them down for future reference.
I don't necessarily
believe in spirits or things that move about us from the past,
although there have been times when it felt that I was not alone the
room. Just look at poor Bob Marley in the 'Christmas Carol.' Those
spirits certainly did keep him busy for a while. But the lessons he
learned. Wow! And Christmas is right around the corner. Maybe there is hope for me!
The mind works in mysterious ways and whether you call it a
'bump in the night' or an 'ah-ha' moment (a daylight version of a
bump in the night), there is a time we come to an 'awareness' of
something we have struggled to remember or in some cases, have tried
to forget. How often, at the most unsuspecting moment, have we
remembered where we put something or have finally remembered someone's name, perhaps at three o'clock in the morning
Now I am sure there is
someone out there reading this blog and saying....”yep, he's lost it
this time, again! Too many bumps in the night for him, perhaps from falling out of bed. But with so much
going on in the world, there are bound to be things that get
tucked away in one of those little crevices in the brain and when you
least expect it, out they pop, like the name of your first real date ( other than taking you cousin to the prom) or where you put the extra set of car keys. In many cases, the things we suddenly remember are
not that important, but still it is interesting to see how the mind
works.
Those sleepless moments in the middle of the night can be very frustrating though. Why now, keeping me awake, as I fight to get back
to sleep. I do need get my beauty sleep!But just to make sure, let me check under the bed just one more time.
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