photograph by Nancy Malcolm

Sleep eludes me.  Peaceful, calming, rejuvenating slumber has passed me by, leaving me weary…bone weary.

Sleep seems to be one of those things you either do well or struggle with and I appear to be a struggler.  As small children, I could tell such a difference between my daughters’ sleep habits.  One slept peacefully, seeking the magic of its restorative power.  The other fought sleep, denied it and longed for it all at the same time.

I’ve read all the information and listened to Dr. Oz.  I know how to get a good night’s sleep; but still… no zzzz’s.  Is it possible that I am getting more rest than I think?  Maybe.  Perhaps I’m really sleeping but dreaming that I’m awake.

‘Oh slumber, why hast thou forsaken me?’  I want to feel your warm embrace and long for you to comfort me, heal me from this zombie trance.  

I love the cliche’s...sawing logs, conked out, sleeping like a baby.  All pictures that make me laugh and keep me awake visualizing a baby with a chainsaw.  

Oh, I know I’ll be fine.  My precious sleep will come back to me, like a long lost love.  I will return to the land of the living, I will be clear-eyed and sharp of mind.  Someday…

But until then, as I wish for more shuteye..more snoozing…more rest.  I will implore the Sandman to bring me some dreams.  And post this on the facebook of life:

Bone weary traveler solidly seeking slumber.