Jump in Bed

It was a great way to end the day – taking a flying leap onto my bed. I don’t think I’ve jumped into bed in the literal sense in well over thirty years, save a few exceptions. It certainly isn’t part of my normal routine any more. Even my children are too big for such a nightly action. It seems to be for the young and light weight.

Have I left behind the joy of heading to bed, along with my childhood body and years? I wonder. Have I forgotten what a blessing it is to have a safe, comfortable place to end my day? To let go of the world I think I can control in favor of the dreamscape that springs from well far deeper than my conscious mind’s pool is an adventure offered to me every night. I haven’t given this a thought in a very long time.

Many times, I’ve heard the Spirit more clearly in my dreams than in my waking hours. Isn’t it worth a good jump into bed for that alone?

Now I lay me down to sleep…

2 thoughts on “Jump in Bed”

  1. I don’t think I have ever actually leaped into my bed but close to it! There have been a few times that I know of when I will have fallen asleep in the backseat of our car during a long late night ride home. I would then get myself out of the car, quickly move along into the house and then I would plummet myself quickly on to the nearest sleeping surface, usually the couch, and that’s where I would stay for the rest of the night. Quite comfortably, clothes and all! A good night’s sleep, for sure!

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