I can’t sleep, which is no big deal if you take sleeplessness for what it is, namely – sleeplessness. As long as your thinking mind doesn’t start to make a fuss about it, like how am I going to function tomorrow at work, how will I cope with everything if I am not rested you’re safe. So what I try to do on sleepless nights is enjoy them. I put on a guided meditation, usually by Bodhipaksa and just let his voice carry me inside, to a place of eternal joy and tranquility and ease. Or I simply breathe: in, I’m relaxed, out I’m at ease, in relaxed, out at ease and I enjoy the uniquness and a miracle of each breath. Or like today: I’m listening to a Casanova cat walking around our house and meowing and meowing and meowing his heartbreak away.
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