Sleep.....
26th July 2016
26th July
Sleep
"........after all, we are only gliding smoothly on the surface. The eye is not a miner, not a diver, not a seeker after buried treasure. It floats us smoothly down a stream; resting, pausing, the brain sleeps perhaps as it looks." Virginia Woolf
I find nothing more enjoyable than sleeping on the side of a mountain! It doesn't matter what time of year or weather conditions, as long as I can find somewhere sheltered.
For me, finding a quiet spot, a warm, dry rock as my support and my rucksack as a pillow, in a tucked away location, far from the noise and bustle of everyday life, is one of my most cherished and most sought after experiences.
The view is not important, it is a sense of place, it's wildness and deep sense of peace and solitude that matters. And once I find somewhere out of the wind, that is warm and comforting, then soon I find that the arms of Morpheus are reaching out to hold me in his soporific embrace.
In these wild and rugged environments I experience a contrast between the peacefulness that overcomes me to the wildness of the surrounding landscape. A contrast that helps deepen the sense of inner quiet that inevitably slowly spreads through me.
Whilst the character and power of my micro environment takes control, all too soon the sounds of 'the hill' are merging with my somnolent dreamings. The sound of the mountains, the wind, the 'cronking' Ravens overhead, mixes with the deepening sense of my own self.
It is at times like this it is clear 'we' are not tethered to just one mind as our imaginings journey into a thousand places as travellers with a thousand identities. The quiet places of the mountains become the stage for thinking and echo the many characters and thoughts we conjure. There is space here to let the brain breath and be free.
My thoughts merge with the ambient noises of the mountain. I too am flying with the Raven, whilst sensing and learning more about myself, but I am also imagining like a god. I am seeing, with an improved clarity, what I might be if a course was taken, a choice or decision. If only my resolve will last the journey back down into the valley.
"any moment, the sleeping army may stir itself and wake in us a thousand violins and trumpets in response; the army of human beings may rouse itself and assert all its oddities and sufferings and sordidities. Let us dally a little longer, be content still with surfaces only........" Virginia Woolf
Sleep
"........after all, we are only gliding smoothly on the surface. The eye is not a miner, not a diver, not a seeker after buried treasure. It floats us smoothly down a stream; resting, pausing, the brain sleeps perhaps as it looks." Virginia Woolf
I find nothing more enjoyable than sleeping on the side of a mountain! It doesn't matter what time of year or weather conditions, as long as I can find somewhere sheltered.
For me, finding a quiet spot, a warm, dry rock as my support and my rucksack as a pillow, in a tucked away location, far from the noise and bustle of everyday life, is one of my most cherished and most sought after experiences.
The view is not important, it is a sense of place, it's wildness and deep sense of peace and solitude that matters. And once I find somewhere out of the wind, that is warm and comforting, then soon I find that the arms of Morpheus are reaching out to hold me in his soporific embrace.
In these wild and rugged environments I experience a contrast between the peacefulness that overcomes me to the wildness of the surrounding landscape. A contrast that helps deepen the sense of inner quiet that inevitably slowly spreads through me.
Whilst the character and power of my micro environment takes control, all too soon the sounds of 'the hill' are merging with my somnolent dreamings. The sound of the mountains, the wind, the 'cronking' Ravens overhead, mixes with the deepening sense of my own self.
It is at times like this it is clear 'we' are not tethered to just one mind as our imaginings journey into a thousand places as travellers with a thousand identities. The quiet places of the mountains become the stage for thinking and echo the many characters and thoughts we conjure. There is space here to let the brain breath and be free.
My thoughts merge with the ambient noises of the mountain. I too am flying with the Raven, whilst sensing and learning more about myself, but I am also imagining like a god. I am seeing, with an improved clarity, what I might be if a course was taken, a choice or decision. If only my resolve will last the journey back down into the valley.
"any moment, the sleeping army may stir itself and wake in us a thousand violins and trumpets in response; the army of human beings may rouse itself and assert all its oddities and sufferings and sordidities. Let us dally a little longer, be content still with surfaces only........" Virginia Woolf