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The Night Thinks

Strange thing sleep. It is something we spend so much of our life doing, or trying to do. My husband is marvelous at it. He is an extraordinary sleeper of the highest order. I am often envious of his great capacity to drift off into the nether zones without effort.

I am a great faller asleeperer, but I am a tightly wired string and find myself waking because a truck drove past, my teenagers IPOD is still on at 3-am, I hear a mobile phone message come in, or a fairy whispers in zone far far from me. Maybe I’m just worried I might miss out on some great bit of life if I slumber too much.

I have recently returned to those who are allowed to sleep category after months of 1-2 hourly baby wake ups. Due to the divine intervention of Nyx the sleep goddess, and anyone else that listened and with the massive assistance of baby sleep school boot camp, my girl now sleeps for a cool twelve. Nice.

My brain is not as jangly now. I don’t feel sick now. I can think more clearly now. But strangely enough, my crazy, silly, creative and sometimes very insightful thinks have exited the building. It’s like they can’t co-exist in the same brain. It may be a temporary imbalance that will self correct after a few weeks. I sure hope so, because some of my best and most exciting revelations have come during the liminal spaces that sleepless nights provide.

I do not wish for sleepless nights.

I am loving the feeling of a clearer head.

I watch the marvel of the human dynamic and see what this new sleeping space provides for me.

I really think I am just stockpiling some useful sleep energy, recharging the battery, before my next big iimagination expedition

Shoot…I need to get a new camera. My old one went back to my old work. No pictures for now.

Green Blessings.


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Nyx and the great big sleep

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.

Sleeping Beauty/Briar Rose- Henry Maynell Rheam in the late 19th century.

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.
Nope.
I have slept in and out of the room.
No dice.

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.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Green Blessings.