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You will notice your surroundings a bit more during the day as you pay greater attention to what flows through you at night. You will become more attuned to your breath, more cognizant of your body movement, and you will pay more attention to the details of everyday life.
When you devote thought to an issue or idea you have been living with, you will subconsciously begin to infuse the thoughts or ideas that have arrived at night. It may even be possible to solve certain dilemmas because of the added attention the mind has given the topic.
This also opens up your dreams to the power of your will. As you become comfortable with the steps you are now taking to fall off to sleep, you may want to introduce suggestion to your process. This is far from self-hypnosis, but the power of suggestion can do amazing things when channeling your mind.
After you have gone through your deep breathing, ridding your lungs of the remains of the day, you could try a mantra or word repetition during the more regular breathing pattern. By holding your thoughts as you fall into sleep, you are raising the consciousness of your unconscious by subjecting it to your intentions.
It is National Pencil Day, an annual
event to honour one of history’s
Just think of all the things you can
do with a pencil. Your first complete
sentence was probably written with
a pencil. Yes, you may have learned
individual letters with a crayon,
but it was with a pencil that we all
practiced the art of basic written
How amazing is that!
A pencil is forgiving. It knows you
will make mistakes, and easily
accommodates. A pencil allows you
to make a mark, and to correct it
if you feel the need.
Within the solemnness of night
vacant face without a trace,
Solitude without distance.
Eyes flicker, and only then
I wonder how you dream and
where you go. Alone,
the unconscious mind
takes you away, where
you want to be.
I’ve been there too.
To all, to yourself, each night
a gift recounting
and caring about people or places.
Timeline a blur,
yesterday becomes today, as
months and days recovered.
So many years travelled
in the blink of an eye,
all sorts of when,
all kinds of why.
How can it be only memory
when you are
the only one who will see?
What about me?
I hold moments
in my heart,
only a soul
could tell them apart
from a reality
Is it ever as it seems?
Do I appear
in your dreams?
@ 2017 j.g. lewis