Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
-Theodor Geisel
Parish Farming School of Eucharistic Discipleship
What is sleep?
Why do we sleep?
School is killing me.
When I'm not spending all my free time working on projects I'm spending it worrying about what is due next. I want to be a great teacher. I want to find a job.
I want a 4.0 I've never been an A student but I want it now.
I've never wanted or worked this hard for something
The older I grow the more I think about what I will be looking back on in this life.
I want to know I did a good job.
I want to know I put in the work earned the grade.
School is killing me but we are all dying.
If something is going to kill me I'd rather it be what I'm working towards.
Bea always use to say I just loved the chase. She was wrong. It wasn't the chase that I loved it was the distance. Keeping her an arms length away so that she couldn't see who I really am. But the more I think about it, our relationship, the more I realize she did see me. She saw the real me and she loved it. What I wouldn't give for one more night with her in my arms.
I know what you told me
I know that it's all over
And I know I can't keep calling
Sleep is the daily death.
Each day is a life.
We wake up in the morning at the start of that daily life, we hunger, we work, we rest, we strife, we commune, and at the end of the day we sleep.
Wake to another day only to sleep again.
What would life be if we didn't sleep, each day blended into the next?
Sleep is a necessary bookend.
We know when the end of each day is coming.
We know that sleep is inevitable.
We prepare ourselves for it.
We say our goodnights to those we care for
We climb into our cold dark beds
and with long deep breaths we wait.
We wait for sleep to take us.
It isn't anything to be afraid of.
It isn't anything we didn't know would happen at the end of the day.
Every morning we wake up each of us know that this day will end in sleep.
Why am I so afraid of it?
No matter how much we do in each day we will always feel like more could have been done.
There is always more to do but sleep calls us all.
It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves.
― Jerry Spinelli
But what about the night? The opposite of these few seconds. Not when we're coming out but rather going in to sleep.
Falling asleep.
Strange verb to describe the process.
It is in the falling to sleep that we join our most distant ancestors we embrace their world we close our eyes strip off who we are, a losing of ourselves rather than the becoming. We lean into the formless the primitive think of all of those who have come before us who have slept that sleep. We join in their world each and every night.
There in my bed each and every night I am untitled, unnamed, natural, and suspended between.
and I think I like that.
But I have miles to go before I sleep.
Tom Odell - I Know
-Theodor Geisel
Parish Farming School of Eucharistic Discipleship
What is sleep?
Why do we sleep?
School is killing me.
When I'm not spending all my free time working on projects I'm spending it worrying about what is due next. I want to be a great teacher. I want to find a job.
I want a 4.0 I've never been an A student but I want it now.
I've never wanted or worked this hard for something
The older I grow the more I think about what I will be looking back on in this life.
I want to know I did a good job.
I want to know I put in the work earned the grade.
School is killing me but we are all dying.
If something is going to kill me I'd rather it be what I'm working towards.
Bea always use to say I just loved the chase. She was wrong. It wasn't the chase that I loved it was the distance. Keeping her an arms length away so that she couldn't see who I really am. But the more I think about it, our relationship, the more I realize she did see me. She saw the real me and she loved it. What I wouldn't give for one more night with her in my arms.
I know what you told me
I know that it's all over
And I know I can't keep calling
Sleep is the daily death.
Each day is a life.
We wake up in the morning at the start of that daily life, we hunger, we work, we rest, we strife, we commune, and at the end of the day we sleep.
Wake to another day only to sleep again.
What would life be if we didn't sleep, each day blended into the next?
Sleep is a necessary bookend.
We know when the end of each day is coming.
We know that sleep is inevitable.
We prepare ourselves for it.
We say our goodnights to those we care for
We climb into our cold dark beds
and with long deep breaths we wait.
We wait for sleep to take us.
It isn't anything to be afraid of.
It isn't anything we didn't know would happen at the end of the day.
Every morning we wake up each of us know that this day will end in sleep.
Why am I so afraid of it?
No matter how much we do in each day we will always feel like more could have been done.
There is always more to do but sleep calls us all.
It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves.
― Jerry Spinelli
But what about the night? The opposite of these few seconds. Not when we're coming out but rather going in to sleep.
Falling asleep.
Strange verb to describe the process.
It is in the falling to sleep that we join our most distant ancestors we embrace their world we close our eyes strip off who we are, a losing of ourselves rather than the becoming. We lean into the formless the primitive think of all of those who have come before us who have slept that sleep. We join in their world each and every night.
There in my bed each and every night I am untitled, unnamed, natural, and suspended between.
and I think I like that.
But I have miles to go before I sleep.
Tom Odell - I Know