I Like the Night

William and Adriana Holt and I were talking this afternoon. I was telling them that I had a new discipline – going to bed by 2 am. (Which is a stretch for me at the moment, cuz I've been going to bed anywhere from 4 to 7 am, sleeping until 10am, and I'm needing more sleep.) Naturally, they were probing for my reasoning, supporting me to find any self-deceptions that might be sabotaging my sleep.

I was glad they were doing that, in case I was fooling myself – a favorite occupation of my reactive mind. If I am, I am doing a dang good job – on myself and on them. The reality for me is that I like the night. I like the quiet, the energetic smoothness of night. For some reason, I feel safe at night as well – alone and free.

When I was in my 30s, I remember a similar feeling when I was co-leading a workshop at the Lighthouse for the Blind here in Houston. In order to give me a feel for how much a blind person must trust others, I was blindfolded, led through doorways, up and down stairs, and then left (presumably alone) in a big room. I was tentative at first, then got braver, then got really curious and was exploring everything through my other senses. I felt a burst of freedom.

Later I got that I was visually cut off from monitoring other people's reactions – to me in specific and to everything and everyone else in general. That turned my monitoring back onto myself. Since access to myself is easier and quicker than accessing everybody else, I had more energy available to be and do more. By the time I did Sixth Sense (an advanced course of the More To Life Program) 30 years later, my experiences were extraordinary – nature connections that were mystical – and born of that same sense of curiosity and freedom.

PS  More to come about the Sixth Sense experiences.

PPS This is not a new phenomenon for me. When I was in my teens, during the summers, I would often be up all night, reading or thinking or just being, then sleep away the first half of the day.