Sleep Eludes Me Which Leads to Random Musings
5:09 AM. Awake. Not recently awakened, but rather, never having slept.
Phoebe has slept soundly and a few minutes ago woke up and told me she needed to go out. So, we had an "elimination only" walk. Now, she's curled up next to me on the bed, sleeping on a fleece blanket. I've put out fleece blankets for her to lay on as I prefer to keep the bedroom cold, but I'm not sure she prefers the fleece over the comforter; she has had instances of static charge build up followed by the inevitable shocking discharge, so I guess I'll have to give her the choice and go from there.
No idea why I am still awake...I am beginning to feel tired, but I don't know if I should simply stay awake or quit writing this and attempt sleep. I am still on vacation, so I could simply nap during the day, but that would likely predispose me to future late nights. But, of course, who cares? I'm on vacation. And I do find the small, dark hours to be more creatively inspiring. Which may be one reason I'm awake--I feel inspired to do creative things: Music, writing, painting, and host of other things. So many ideas are percolating through my mind, but I have told myself that I must first finish my initial rearranging of the homestead...why is it that my creativity is at its highest when I cannot act on it?
Watching "The Thing From Another World" DVD on my PS3 (I still love the fact that Clock DVA sampled parts of the film as can be heard here in the song, "Unseen.") as "The International," which had come on cable after the last movie I watched didn't really grab me (possibly because I wasn't really paying attention to it and it was interrupted by an impromptu dog walk).
Phoebe just stood up, walked in a circle, and sat down on my leg and looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a look that conveyed a message, but one that I was unable to interpret. After locking eyes for a few seconds, she just sighed and laid down. Maybe she wants me to go to sleep.
I've been reading Franz Bardon's "Initiation into Hermetics," "The Practice of Magical Evocation," and "Key to the True Kabbalah." They are to be read and studied in series, so I've only begun with the first listed volume; I find the philosophy interesting and the meditation techniques intriguing. I like the approach it takes to the idea of "god" as it similar to what I had come up with on my own; what made sense to me and which is entirely non-religious in form.
Well, how was that for random?
It is now 5:58 AM and I will finally attempt sleep.
Phoebe has slept soundly and a few minutes ago woke up and told me she needed to go out. So, we had an "elimination only" walk. Now, she's curled up next to me on the bed, sleeping on a fleece blanket. I've put out fleece blankets for her to lay on as I prefer to keep the bedroom cold, but I'm not sure she prefers the fleece over the comforter; she has had instances of static charge build up followed by the inevitable shocking discharge, so I guess I'll have to give her the choice and go from there.
No idea why I am still awake...I am beginning to feel tired, but I don't know if I should simply stay awake or quit writing this and attempt sleep. I am still on vacation, so I could simply nap during the day, but that would likely predispose me to future late nights. But, of course, who cares? I'm on vacation. And I do find the small, dark hours to be more creatively inspiring. Which may be one reason I'm awake--I feel inspired to do creative things: Music, writing, painting, and host of other things. So many ideas are percolating through my mind, but I have told myself that I must first finish my initial rearranging of the homestead...why is it that my creativity is at its highest when I cannot act on it?
Watching "The Thing From Another World" DVD on my PS3 (I still love the fact that Clock DVA sampled parts of the film as can be heard here in the song, "Unseen.") as "The International," which had come on cable after the last movie I watched didn't really grab me (possibly because I wasn't really paying attention to it and it was interrupted by an impromptu dog walk).
Phoebe just stood up, walked in a circle, and sat down on my leg and looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a look that conveyed a message, but one that I was unable to interpret. After locking eyes for a few seconds, she just sighed and laid down. Maybe she wants me to go to sleep.
I've been reading Franz Bardon's "Initiation into Hermetics," "The Practice of Magical Evocation," and "Key to the True Kabbalah." They are to be read and studied in series, so I've only begun with the first listed volume; I find the philosophy interesting and the meditation techniques intriguing. I like the approach it takes to the idea of "god" as it similar to what I had come up with on my own; what made sense to me and which is entirely non-religious in form.
Well, how was that for random?
It is now 5:58 AM and I will finally attempt sleep.