I have never been a great napper. I suppose BEcause I would have such a hard time AFTER a nap, but it’s been a long time, so I’m throwing that story out and writing a new one.
Gracie has taught me about the art of the nap.
She provides lessons.
Each with its own particular emphasis.
She has napping down.
In particular, when it is cold as it has been for several days Now, she loves to take a good snooze on her outside couchie in the warm sunshine. She just goes to sleep. I am in awe of such finesse.
BEcause I get up so early and go to sleep so early, I have thought naps were BEside the point for me. Until recently. Now I am reconsidering and it’s, well, it’s quite a little adventure.
For me a nap is NOT so much about sleeping as it is about pausing. Taking a beat. Remembering myself.
There are no Big Deals in my days really. No job, no expectations of dinner on the table or chores to complete. It’s a quiet and rather an ordinary Life, so I am reintroducing napping into the mix.
Somedays that might look like lying down and closing my eyes, while others just sitting and looking out the window…
I love you, Currie