Imagine a softer Ding. !

Yesterday. Let's just say, a busy day.
So busy I was simply exhausted before it even began getting dark.
So why then, I asked myself at 3 AM, why am I not sleeping?
Thinking too much? Well maybe. But there was no time for what is important to me during the day.
So I got up. Did the thinking that needed to be done.
I am tired but not unhappy.
I was going to talk more but I had the door closed to record and Soul-o started scratching to get in and well, that is how it might go here now, how it goes. So I stopped to look again. The back is a piece in itself I think. An example of marshmallow dyeing which will be a big focus this spring. I think. And late last night or should I say early this morning, I grabbed the sharpie. Made a basket. Suddenly I don't mind the drawn lines. I don't like mixed media much. But let me say suddenly cloth and paper seem one. And that may be big.
Naming happened.
Somewhere, Sometime
aka Trying to Hold It.



‘The day was filled with bullshit crap and people…’ Ha! You introvert you! Our craft is our saving grace. ❤️
it’s out therapy.
I’m sorry your sleep got interrupted .. hoping a long sleep tonight will make up for what was lost. Goodnight and sweet dreams Jude 😘
it was ok. and if I make it ok, it will be ok! 🙃
Ha! Soul-O knows when it’s time to stop talking. We should listen to our cats more. Sleep when you can and do something else when you can’t. One reason this night person loves being retired. 3am? No problem. But it does seem that if I have to get up early for some reason then I have a problem falling/staying asleep. Mind games.
maybe worry
the worry that I will oversleep and miss the appointment maybe
So interesting. Each of us with our reasons and our ways to sleep well. I think aging is a part of it. My mom used to talk about waking in the night and not being able to easily fall back to sleep. When my mind is going a million miles an hour, sometimes it helps t give in, turn on a light and write it down, thus releasing the need to remember and providing the ability to sleep. And I agree with Cedine…if I’ve no obligations to wake for the next day, it helps with that “I have to be sleeping now” feeling.
Such a puzzle.
Thanks to all for their comments and sharing their sleep techniques!
sleeplessness is an older age thing. But my mom, wow, could close here eyes and dream away at will…
Reading that others don’t sleep soundly at all times .. makes me feel better. Thoughts and ideas fill my head in the wee hours… my mind is open to new ideas and honestly I feel more centered when I am not being disturbed by anyone (well maybe my fur babies).
Simple Joys and quiet before dawn — to all who are finding their private time refreshing.
there is also a bit of arthritis, so when I wake it is hard to roll over and drift off…
Indeed.
I was awake last night also. Like 12:30 – 3 am. I’m better about not getting annoyed with that since I retired and don’t have that “productivity-at-work” mindset anymore. I can very easily lose the peace of mind that I need to have contentment with the day and a restful sleep. Not sure how to get it during the night; maybe I should give your night-thinking time a try.
I just touched the cloth for a while. looked, drifted off.
Follow your own alarm clock… Artistic people have their own clock…odd hours mean when the world around us is silent, we can breath, let our minds wander, and creativity flows…my hours of creativity was and still is 2-4am… I can wander outside in peace, look up to the heavens and let nature tell me what is needed… Don’t ever berate yourself because others may not understand…that’s their problem, not yours…Hugs2u and kitty. Meow!!!!
I try, but when the sun comes up I wake no matter how tired. I need to practice catnaps.
I get it! I don’t know what real sleep is anymore.
maybe it’s a new virus, oh ha!
It feels like it!
I can relate to being so full in a day I can’t think… I need SPACE in my day to feel into what is stirring underneath the surface, things pop up that I need to tend to, but if I am too busy with busywork, then I get thrown off.
exactly. space.
I much appreciated and enjoyed this post and the comments — seeming to describe so many of my nights, including this one just past.
It’s awful when u fight it, the man here just sleeps all day but I can’t do that.
I’ve decided that thinking is a really important part of sleep. Both the thinking that we do when we are sleeping and the thinking we need to do in order to sleep. 🙂 After making paper I am positive that it is just another kind of fabric…
yes, I totally agree, and paper is like felt isn’t it? They have a different nature, paper and cloth, but come from the same nature.
Yes..those 2 AM wake ups when I think I need to be sleeping! I love that you use those times in a positive way! I’m learning to…thank you for sharing. Your posts make my day and keep me stitching and thinking
It’s new, since I gave up bitching!
I am much the same way, Jude. “Filler” days leave me empty, still hungry for a fullness which is satisfying to me. Life will exact some filler moments, but that’s why I rise before the Sun. For the Silence of the time. To read, write, reflect. It is essential for me. Same with my walks to the Woods, the Lake. I want no company to fill the Silence with chatter. I just want the sound of the Wind, the Birds, the water lapping on the Lakeshore, my thoughts.
Yes, the beautiful silence of early morning…
Sometimes when I cannot sleep, I imagine the wind sighing through trees, whispering through tall grasses, birds singing, bees buzzing in warm sun, and winding paths…which inevitably leads my mind to quiet stitches, flowing in and out of soft cloth….aaaaand it’s Morning!
(I find days filled with crap and people and all the dumb ‘bizzy-ness’ of the rat race to be most disturbing too!)
Today I’m thinking about seeds, and moths, and stars…
Thinking actually relaxes me. I get blocked…
After a busy day like you mention..filled with things happening and people..it’s so good getting back to the quiet inside…no matter how chaotic or noisy that may get at times :)…almost like putting up a metaphoric board saying..”Yes..Back Home.” 🙂
I had a dream about tacking bits to the wall.