The last few days I’ve been waiting for the newly beatified St Mary McKillop to drop around and do a minor miracle at my place. I am in desperate need of a good long rest. It doesn’t have to be St Mary McKillop in particular, but I’m happy to spread the miracles around the universe, and will take them in whatever form they come.
I’m not even sure the said Saint has sleep in her repertoire of super powers, so I’m happy to consult with any deity, shaman or spirit, angel, or super human that will get involved in an intervention on my behalf.
Sleep…such a vexed subject.
Mine is substantially absent due to a young nipper who likes a warble at approximately 2-5.30am. Mighty uncivilized hours for most of us. However I was at a birthday dinner party on Saturday evening where at least two other people were discussing their horror night sleep stories. And neither of them have kids to tend to. Sleep issues seem to be endemic.
Sleeping beauty got to sleep for 100 years, but there was malicious intent with that. And Dorothy in the field of poppies. Dark Magick there.
I have spent time, focusing positive energy on sleeping. I set up a sleep altar in my daughter’s room.
It didn’t have the desired effect.
I have placed lavender in the babe’s room.
I have slept in and out of the room.
Might have to have a major consult with Nyx, the Greek Goddess of the Night.
Not sure what her terms are. Barter, limb of first child removed on full moon in Scorpio, badger blood?
I guess I’m coming to terms with night as revealer of the secrets.
Even though sleep deprivation is one of the most insufferable, exhausting things to deal with, it can be beneficial. I often find amazing things happen to me in liminal spaces. The times and spaces in-between. Thresholds. Dawn, dusk, train platforms, waiting in lines, while snoozing but not quite. Sleep deprivation can often feel like that. I squint and its like looking into another world, and you can see other realities and possibilities.
I have found that mostly I am quite creative when sleep deprived. (I am also clumsy, look very ordinary, grumpy at times and haven’t driven a car out of fear for weeks)
I am not suggesting I want to give up sleep in order to write a Magnum Opus … I really would prefer to be a little bit less of a tired hag. What I do want, is to look deep into the lessons of sleeplessness and hear them.
I will go to bed with my night goggles on tonight, to see what I can see.
And if Nyx or any other being with sleep in their portfolio wants to have a chat to me, I’ll be there.