Thursday, February 21, 2008

that sleep thing So it's been a bit longer than 30 days, and I'm thrilled to report that my intention to go to bed by 9:00 PM and get up at 5:00 AM has been a success. Once I crossed the line in my head to do it, I've experienced almost a craving to keep to that schedule, and look forward to getting up that early. My alarm goes off at 5:00, in the form of the digitized sound of rain falling. I might lounge in the warm cozy goodness of my bed for awhile, and then I get up. I incorporated using a light therapy box, a first generation Litebook I found on craigslist, into the routine a few weeks ago. Half an hour when I first get up and again at mid-afternoon, and I think this is adjusting my circadian rhythms so I am truly tired when I am supposed to be, and awake when I am supposed to be. I also received a nudge from the universe about buying a memory foam pillow - not the kind with the contours, but the slab version. Amazing difference in sleep. I find that I'm not so focused on getting ready for work and what time I'll be leaving, either. I leave the house at a different time every day, and it doesn't really matter. Traffic is quite cooperative most of the time as well, which I take total credit for. When the 30-day mark was reached, the group I'm playing with in the intention sandbox unanimously chose to continue on with each other as new-found cheerleaders and friends, creating new habits and attitudes in our lives in that supportive framework. I'd highly recommend that arrangement when you decide to choreograph change in your life. Transformation is powerful stuff, and it's better shared.
rewind I just woke up from another one of those dreams. I’m in Rome. I’m on a break of some sort and have made plans to travel somewhere. I’m with several people I know and we are about to get started on a trip together. But all of a sudden they’ve headed off without me. I discover as I attempt to catch up with them, thinking I know the general direction in which we were all to go, that I am missing several basic pieces of travel paraphenalia - passport, cellphone, credit card, umbrella. I have a box that I’m tucking my few personal belongings inside. While I’m walking along, trying to get to where I think my friends will be, I consider just stopping and taking a break by myself. Fnding them now will be nearly impossible. Then I wake up. I have this dream now and then, variations on the same theme. I’m in Rome, I need to get somewhere, and I can’t get there because of some obstacle. I think it’s very interesting that this time dropping the obstacle is an option. The other dream I have on occasion is being in a teaching environment, and I can’t find my gradebook, or the seating chart, or no one will tell me where my classroom is, or the students are rowdy beyond control. My buddhist monk brother with a day job tells me that he has this kind of anxiety dream still as well, where he is on the submarine he rode around the world on for awhile in the Navy and things go wrong. I think dreams reflect where we are at any given time with our stuff, and I'm glad to see this shift, however minute it may seem. Next time I'd like to realize in the...

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