January 31, 2024

Dozing

One of my favourite times of day, is that part where you’re not asleep any more (or not yet), but neither are you awake.

The time when things you’ve been pondering for a while suddenly come together.

I’m lucky to have those times, I don’t often have to get up to an alarm, or go to bed too tired to doze. Sometimes I even get to doze during the day, if my brain particularly hurts from thinking.

So I was extra pleased this morning to find that the shape of my new book had come together in the night.

Now just to capture what seemed so obvious this morning…

Thinking about dozing times, mornings or evenings, reminded me of one of my favourite poems:

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven. W.B. Yeats