"... You must be more awake than light
for we aren't born sleeping and we
shouldn't live sleeping."
Karmand Kojouri
Throughout my life, I have savored sleeping. Agreed, it was an excellent coping skill, but I really do require more sleep than the average bear. Hibernation in the winter comes easily for me. My cave is lined with books, journals, quilts, and my favorite pillow. With a fire in the fireplace, all is perfect in my world.
Come spring, I willingly wander into the gentle rain trying to capture its gentle fragrance. I will sit in a rocker watching buds push themselves up through the ground. The sun on my face fades all of the darkness away, as I watch the clouds float across the very blue sky.
Summer forces me inside as I do not tolerate heat. I gather my energy and channel it through creative ideas from writing, knitting, quilting and expanding through a liberal selection of the written word. I tend to embrace fall with passion. Leaves of every color, apples galore, toasted marshmallows, and small groups of friends gathered. During these moments I am more awake than ever, filled with a lust for creating.
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