It seems some of us have taken to sleeping more than usual as we wind our way into winter. Both Andy and my Dad have been sleeping much more than usual, with naps that last deep into the day. I find myself more sleepy than usual too, thanks partly to the reduced daylight, and the weather that makes one want to linger in a warm bed for as long as possible. Sleep is a beautiful indulgence, unappreciated by too many of us, and underutilized as well. Much healing, and healing of a profound sort, can happen in our sleep. The body works its magic then, when it can focus on what needs repair rather than the rigorous exertions required to keep us awake and functioning at any given moment. We all need rest and recuperation.
Hunkering down for some long winter naps is a recompense of the dark and stormy seasons. On gray weekend afternoons, when the sun doesn’t really bother to truly shine, I’ll slip up to the attic, pull a few sumptuous blankets onto the bed, and read until my eyes gently close. There are far more destructive ways to pass a day, especially during the impending holiday rush; this is a pleasant and peaceful alternative. If there is a cup of tea waiting for me downstairs when the nap is done, the coziness might continue.
