I don’t sleep well anymore. I have a hard time falling and staying asleep. I wake up several times in the night, and often just stay awake if it’s close to 5:00 a.m.
It is in the moments between first stirring and being fully awake that my mind kicks into gear and I’m compelled to pay attention to my thoughts. I’m able to examine these thoughts and feelings without the clutter of harsh realities that will sneak in later. I can look at the monsters that hide in the murky depths without flinching.
I do some of my best creative thinking in this dreamy interval that I’ve dubbed, “The Witching Hour.” Many times, I’m grabbing my phone or iPad and jotting down ideas, or writing out a poem that is fully formed, but for a few edits. It’s quite surprising, really. I’ve learned to see this as a thinking/writing opportunity rather than a lack of sleep.
My last blog post, “I Remember” is a result of The Witching Hour. It was written and posted before 6:00 a.m. If you haven’t read it, please scroll back and have a look. I’d love to know what you think.