December 11th, 2009


(no subject)

Maybe this is why they're called "the small hours": Bed time is very contained time. You, either alone or with a partner, under sheets and pillow-rested, not going anywhere. Your body doing less for (one hopes) several hours; your mind doing its sleep thing, which can expand to whatever -- dreaming, thinking at different levels of concentration and consciousness -- but if you're going anywhere physically, it's not under your own power. It's as if you're cocooned. And you're with yourself. It's an especially pure way of being with yourself.

(Hi, myself.)

May we all be better at being with ourselves.