I woke, again in the middle of the night and could not sleep. Insomnia like many things may not be fun, yet sometimes a tiny change of perspective is all that is needed to turn the glass from half empty to full We don’t need to toss and turn, and ruminate with worry and dread; no, we can accept the moment as a gift to reflect, love, above all love ourselves, tend our gardens, think, converse, realize the dawn will come again as it has done, repeatedly, as the night looks after itself, a quiet, beautiful interlude where, one privileged, finite, unique moment more I woke, again, in an instant of my life and was not asleep
