Since I last posted, I’ve gotten better (health wise), been to England for almost a month, gotten sick, and started wrestling with my surroundings and myself.
It’s 4:45 as I type this. In the morning. I’m not a morning person. But for the last week, sleep has been getting worse and worse. Even my smart watch is claiming my average bed time is after 7 am. That’s not true. I go to bed, read, anything to calm my (97 tabs open) mind, and I’m having worse luck than I’ve ever had. I lie there, rolling around like an idiot, unable to get comfortable, with sleep mocking my every move.
Tonight/this morning was different. I decided “fuck it” and went outside. I sat on my deck and revelled in the silence, with the exception of the birds welcoming the day. I liked being up as the new day dawns, it felt right.
Am I becoming a new me? Where I embrace my dawn witchiness with tea, and fall asleep once the sun is up? I don’t know. I’ve been struggling with sleep for so long, this morning is the first morning that things actually felt right.
Who knows that the future holds, but I had to come in and type this up.
I’m going back outside now, because the earth is still waking up and I’d like to greet it before I sleep.
Blessed be to all.
The Witch of South Mountain 