So I woke up this morning with the feeling that everything was going to be alright today. That’s always nice, as is a good night’s sleep.
Hat tip to a friend who wrote about mymeditation on their blog. I downloaded it and found it worked quite nicely. A little three minute excursion into Guided Breathing was just the trick. Knocked me right out despite having a raving mind at the time.
Does anyone else get that, I wonder: a raving mind late at night? I am, without a doubt, a “night owl“. I excel in the late hours of the day and well into the night. For me, it has always been this way. I love the night.
One of my favorite books is by Haruki Murakami, entitled “After Dark” (アフターダーク) which takes place in the course of a single night in the backstreets of Tokyo. To explain the plot is to try and explain the plot to a Thelonious Monk tune. It’s not about the plot, it about the feel of the night, of how your focus sharpens, people are brighter, and the electricity between people and of ideas is visible.
Some of my favorite people are/were night people: Percy Blythe Shelley, Marcel Proust, and James Joyce. I used to love to stay up and play Beethoven’s Piano Sonata #14, the name of which you can guess, after everybody had gone to bed as a sort of lullaby.
In fact, while writing this, I am reminded that my father used to play the Sinatra album “In the Wee Small Hours” in the evening when I was a kid. I remember hearing it from my bedroom.
Then, of course, there’s my favorite song:
sleep tight everybody…
Note: [this entry is part of a ninety night blog challenge I've given myself]