It’s not just counting sheep that helps us sleep. It’s counting with God the sheep that helps us sleep smiling: the lost sheep found, the last folded ‘n’ gated.
Waking in the middle of the night, say, midway between lying and rising, just then, is not always curse and cue for raking old worries to no effect. just sometimes we awake with a blessing, precious memories shine our consciousness: not one, but two lights beam in darkness, a colon before rest. where do they […]