Passions

Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.

Denis Diderot


Not such a good night last night - woke up in the small hours well before the sky grew light, unable to drop back off - but still, by my standards, neither was it a terrible night. And this is something to be very, very grateful for and a reason to celebrate this new day.

I have fallen into a pattern of writing my insomnia blog in the morning; it's like my 'morning pages' to start my day positively and get my creative juices flowing. Then last thing at night I write in my sleep book, any thoughts or ideas surrounding sleep that have arisen during the day. It is also good for me to commit to paper anything that has troubled me during the day, because I know I am prone to take my worries to bed with me and in this way, last thing at night I can acknowledge what has happened and then try to let it go on the paper. I'm sure this has been a truly positive step for me.

Something that Sumedha, the lady who guided me through EFT the other day, brought up was an idea that also arose with Ingrid, the french lady I met in the rainforest. She too said that perhaps there was a reason for my insomnia and I need to discover what this reason is. Diderot in his quote talks about passions. One of my greatest passions in life is writing. It has been for as long as I can remember. A day without writing for me in some form is to be slightly starved of oxgyen. Writing for me is a joy, a release, a necessity. I wonder if Ingrid and Sumedha's thoughts are something I need to explore further. Or perhaps all will be revealed in its own time.