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The end of days.\u00a0 No, not that one.\u00a0 Just this one and the others.\u00a0 The end of days is an important moment for me, a time of reflection.\u00a0 Often, not always, but often, I will sit down and write, thinking as I do back over the day, the anxieties of which, as the New Testament said, were sufficient unto it.\u00a0 So, here in the quiet, the gathering darkness headed toward the Solstice of Winter, I cast off those anxieties, trying to get to sleep.<\/p>\n
Most of the time, over the last few years anyway, getting to sleep has not been a problem for me.\u00a0 Sometimes, rarely now, I’ll awaken and not be able to sleep.\u00a0 I’ve learned that instead of railing against it, I just get up and read until I feel sleepy again.\u00a0 Won’t be a problem tonight.\u00a0 I hope.<\/p>\n
Most of the time sleep comes with difficulty when I’ve either been over stimulated during the day, an exciting debate or tour or new idea keeps kicking around even after bedtime; or, I’ve got an event upcoming in which I need to perform well.\u00a0 Sometimes that causes me to lose sleep.\u00a0 A speech, a tour of Chinese art for the Chinese Heritage Foundation, finishing a sermon.\u00a0 Not often in either case, but they do happen.<\/p>\n
I love sleeping.\u00a0 And dreaming.\u00a0 Off and on over the years I’ve kept records of my dreams.\u00a0 I like to do it on a regular basis, but it doesn’t hold my interest for long, in spite of my intense curiosity.\u00a0 The dream time has given me many important insights.\u00a0 Right now my body is telling me I need to go dream.\u00a0 Good night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Fall\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Harvest Moon The end of days.\u00a0 No, not that one.\u00a0 Just this one and the others.\u00a0 The end of days is an important moment for me, a time of reflection.\u00a0 Often, not always, but often, I will sit down and write, thinking as I do back over the day, the anxieties of which, … Continue reading The End of Days<\/span>