3 AM
It's 3am and I can't sleep. It's my third January in a row with covid. It always hits me hard, probably because of my asthma. I have been sleeping a lot these last several days and may have gotten more than I needed during the day and now can't sleep at night. Oops. I'm trying to do more listening. Listening to others. Listening to myself, my body. Deep listening. Real, true listening. Listening with my heart, not just my ears. I suppose that's what's I'm hoping to write about here. My writing will be for me. A place to put my thoughts. I've always felt I have so many words wanting a place to go. I'm hoping this may be a proper avenue for them to travel. We will see. Many years ago I went to a workshop where we had a writing exercise. Our assignment was to find a spot in nature where no one else was and find something to observe that no one else in the whole world but you would witness. All these years later I remember that task. Just the id...