Shadows EighteenAugust 5, 2018 Sleep is a gift. When I want to, sometimes I can’t. When I don’t want to, sometimes it takes me without any notice until I wake up. Mostly, it’s generous. I sleep at night, even before dark, and before light, wake for the day, already rested. I know it heals. The body and soul blend together in sleep, help each other, confide their troubles, and let them go. I am changed, renewed, healed, ready to take on what the new day will uncover. Lately? More joy than sorrow, healing laughter, a grateful heart.