Second Thoughts ~ All Y’all Got to Deal with all Y’all’s Stuff because I Need Some Sleep

Greetings Dear Reader,

First, please understand that everything I am about to write, though important, is said lightheartedly and without any regret.  If you get that, you may proceed and if not, read the first sentence until you can read the pass the second one (this one) with integrity.  It is an attempt to show my love for you with a little humor.

Many of you know that I have a committed morning prayer time during which I gladly will pray for you if you are in need.  My closest friend does the same and, on some occasions, we get to share time together giving intercession for you.  Then there are weeks like this one.  Before I go into that, however, you need to understand my sleep habits a bit.

I retire between 11:00 and 12:00 each evening.  I rise at 4:00.  I have been this way most of my life.  Just this would have justified mother doing away with me when I was a child.  She let me live and has never let me forget that she did.  Still, I sleep very little.  What little sleep I do achieve is deep and resonant.  Back to this week.

Sunday, I had to attend to a private matter and was unable to go to my usual Sunday evening service.  I thought this would be an opportunity to get a bit of extra rest and so I settled in at 10:00 pm with the thought that I would arise at 4:00 ready for Monday.  God had other plans.  I awakened at 2:07 a.m. having had an alarming dream about my friend Jeff.  He and I have had several conversations about the mystical aspects of our faith and my desire to believe them without dancing with them.

I got up and prayed for Jeff.  Once awake, I did not return to sleep.  So, Monday was my usual routine of writing, prayer, work, and writing.  I did get to have a lovely conversation with a close friend and we finished around 11:25 in the evening.  I was asleep by midnight.  I was awakened at 2:07 a.m. (yes, the same time but I am avoiding the mystical stuff) from a dream about Avalon and spent time praying for her.  No return to sleep was there either.  So, Tuesday was again my usual routine of writing, prayer, work, and writing but I am running on half of my usual sleep.

Tuesday, I went to sleep at 10:00 thinking that even if I awakened at 3:00 I would get enough rest to see me through the day.  God was not interested in that.  No dream this time but I woke up at 1:30 a.m. needing to pray for my friend Tripp (had it been 2:07 I would have been a bit nervous).  I prayed and did not return to sleep.  I am sure that the Father gets a kick out of watching me dance this jig and I do not mind dancing it when needed. 

I do wish that you folks would do something for me in the future, however.  Going forward could you please arrange to need prayer between 5:30 a.m. and 8:00 a.m., Monday through Saturday.  This is my scheduled prayer time and I am happy to pray for you Dear Reader.  Really, all you have to do is tell the Father not to bother with it until I am available for prayer. 

Seriously, however, it will not matter to me when you need prayer.  You may call, text, message, or ask at any time.  Avalon and I did have an interesting conversation about the need for prayer which I am developing into either a post or a very long book.  We will see how that unfolds.  Until then, please all of you get your act together so that I can get some sleep.

 

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Second Thoughts – In Defense of Early Risers

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

I have been a short sleeper most of my life.  I usually sleep only four or five hours out of any twenty-four.  If I sleep longer than that it is due to illness or medication.  Because of that I am a very early riser.  I am usually up by 4:00 AM without the aid of an alarm clock.  It is really quite a wonder that I survived childhood and that my mother dared to give me siblings.

When people discover that I am a short sleeper (as opposed to being an insomniac) they offer all kinds of advice on how I could sleep longer.  A former college roommate suggested that he could hit me in the head with a rubber mallet each night.  Thusly concussed he was sure that I would sleep longer and more soundly.  I declined the offer.

Other offers have been sleep studies, drugs, and brain surgery to name just a few.  It makes me wonder what bothers others so much about my not sleeping more.  Some express guilt at sleeping too much.  Some explain how they need much more sleep or they will become murderous.  Too often the revelation brings questions about and speculation concerning what must be wrong with me.

I want to assure you Dear Reader that I use the time for good and not nefarious purposes.  This early morning time when I am up and most of those I know in slumber is when I have my quiet time with God, write my BLOG, and work on my novels.  It is also when I take the time to pray for you and your expressed needs. 

When I lived in a colder house and not alone I would shower early to assure that there was ample hot water for those who followed.  I could use time to prepare substantial breakfasts for those who would awaken later.   The curse comes for others when I am up and ready to go when they are just clearing the cob webs.

Recently someone told me I had no right to be witty at six in the morning.  I explained that I had already been up and creative for two hours.  She looked at me as if I had just confessed to drowning puppies in the tears of toddlers.  She assured me that my being up doing anything at that hour on purpose was surely a form a madness.

Fear not Dear Reader.  I will not require you join me during the wee hours of the morning.  I will not speak to you loudly when you do arise from your slumber.  I will almost always have already prayed for you, made a fresh pot of coffee, and be happy to see you. We are irritating because we have been up longer than you.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Home to House - Sleeping

Greetings Dear Reader,

So an adjustment that is not going well is sleeping.  The new bed is comfortable enough.  The place is quiet enough.  I am still waking up just a couple of hours after retiring to thoughts and concerns.

Last night I did not sleep at all.  I am tired but have a couple days at ease ahead of me.  I can feel the heat of this crucible increasing.   Things are starting to fall into place and a routine is evolving.   The routine of little sleep over the last five nights is not one I wish to establish.

Perhaps tonight I can build up enough tired to carry me through the sleeping hours. Either way, the heat rises, the refining begins, and I must cling to Christ as my only hope.   

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Second Thoughts - Blitzen

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

The tale related below is true.  It occurred when Bezel was three.

The great day has finally arrived.  After weeks of rehearsal and constant questioning as to when the PROGRAM would be we were there.   My five-year-old and three-year-old sons arose at six in the morning so that they would be ready to leave at nine. 

I tried to explain to them that only mommy takes that long to get ready.  They refused to return to bed and insisted that it was time to get up.  Their energy level, exponentially multiplied by the energy they sap from us, was at its peak.  We had to redirect it or perish.

We coaxed them into watching some Lassie reruns while we dozed a little longer.   This particular Lassie episode had her bravely rescuing little forest creatures from the effects of a forest fire. 

All was fine until she ran into a couple of deer.  The youngest decided that one of these deer was Rudolph.  He began to yell "Rudolph, Rudolph, Rudolph" at a creature that had a nose that had no hope of glowing.  At this point he decided that he needed to name all the deer in Santa's troop. 

Being three he seems to have a knack for twisting things most curiously.  Try to return to sleep after a three-year-old innocently chimes, "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Stupid."  Perhaps he knows something about Blitzen we do not?

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store." 

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