Waking up
The flowers seem to be waking up to the warmer spring weather. The grass is green, the trees are filling in, and soon enough winter will be a distant memory. Apparently, I’ve been waking up too, every night right around 1 a.m. Most people would call it insomnia. But back in medieval times, it was actually common practice to have two sleeps: a “first sleep” shortly after dusk, followed by a period of wakefulness around midnight, and then a “second sleep” a few hours later before waking refreshed for the day. During that midnight intermission, people would tend the fire, enjoy the peacefulness of candlelight, pray, read, or even visit with neighbors. So rather than becoming frustrated and labeling it insomnia with all the negative baggage that comes with it, I’ve decided to embrace it, for however long it lasts. Heck, I may even get up and get a few things done around the house during my medieval sleep intermission. Though I doubt I’ll be visiting any neighbors… I’m most likely the...
