Sophia's Garden 1

"What a mess Sophia"!
It was the loudest whisper I had ever heard. I looked up from my cot and rolled into a sit position as I rubbed my eyes to see who was talking. A dream? Maybe. But I get up anyway and the time is again familiar and unwelcome. How many of us now have confessed to this strange ritual of waking before dawn? We all admit the same thing.."My mind is racing in a stream of speed and chaos that will not settle down. So I get out of bed and walk into the silent emptiness between moonrise and sunrise".
The remedies are as unsatisfying as the interrupted sleep. Less coffee. But I love coffee.No chocolate? Now that's just mean. More exercise and make sure you sweat. Okay, that makes sense. More hormones, not the synthetic kind. Try yam progesterone. Really? Yeah, it works. And fish oil, lots of fish oil. But what about the mercury? Naps? No Naps!
" Peace, just find some peace with this".
Is that you Sophia?
"Yes, dear. It's just growth that's all. Like your newborn baby's lack of a
sleeping pattern. Remember how tiring that chaos was? Like your seventh month of being pregnant ,you wanted to see your baby but didn't want the efficient intimate nest in your womb to go away".
You're right, thank you Sophia.
Breathe slow and deep and pray, Peace.
It is good. Peace. It will be okay. Peace.