I don’t often think to write about sleep. But I’m pleasantly tired tonight, quietly reflective, not up to writing about anything very cerebral, and thus the more grateful for what must surely be one of life’s chief miracles – 8 or so hours in every 24 given naturally to mental, physical and spiritual regeneration. Astonishing – and all of it happening quietly!
It’s not going to cost anything, I don’t have to go out anywhere for it, it takes little or no effort on my part, it’ll be warm and safe and comfortable, as likely as not peaceful, and I have the reasonable hope that I’ll wake up refreshed and glad to see a new day. Really, after all these years, it’s a priceless daily gift that I should probably be more thankfully conscious of.
Sleep well …
wind in my wheels 🌱 