all through the night there were words twirling through my head. i fell asleep with a sentence forming and reforming itself like a mantra. and i woke twice to the same words collecting in my brain. trying to tell a story. to find a jumping off spot. words to start a basket of stories. and i awoke with a distorted version of the sentence. not a strong sentence like it had seemed before it was diluted by sleep.i need an early start in the studio today. no puttering around the house this morning. my pile of quilts is growing, but i have so many more ideas.
I mourn when I lose good words I had in the night. But sometimes, I make myself get up to capture them on paper and in the morning I realize they weren't any good after all. The best is when I wake and find they were as special as they seemed in the dark and I did capture them.
ReplyDeleteisn't the word 'mourn' a wonderful one?
DeleteI often have a sense at night especially in twilight sleep, of hearing voices and sentences swirling around in my mind. I think to myself that I am going to remember these words, and sentences that I hear but unfortunately I only remember fragments, bits and pieces of things. I get the impression that these are important phrases and ones I should remember if only I could! :)
ReplyDeletei love the idea of 'twilight sleep'. that's beautiful!
Deletethat's why I (try to) have a notebook with me at all times, even next to my bed. I hate it when I miss or forget something. my dreams don't often contain actual words though, just images or ideas, and often impossible to put into any other form. that's what I love about dreams...
ReplyDeletei have so many notebooks with only a single scrawl in them. i'm not good at keeping them with me.
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