Sleep is another one of those voyages I sometimes forget to prepare for.

Though rigorous internal scientific studies have shown that whenever I commit to any form of conscious entry, everything goes better.

Interestingly enough, the monsters have reviewed these studies and found them remarkably convincing.

Lately I’ve been doing some stone skipping before bed, as a way to practice the thing I am currently obsessing over:

Enter as you wish to be in it. Exit as you wish to continue.

Hello, sleep.

Of course, if I’m really exhausted, my bedtime ritual is just naming the moment:

SLEEP. ENTRY. DOOR.

But if I’m in the mood for writing, I’ll scribble on one or two of the following:

  • What do I want from this time/experience of sleeping?
  • What will help me have the sweetest sleep tonight?
  • What am I releasing?
  • What am I beginning?
  • How do I want to feel when I wake up?
  • Which part of me do I want at the front of the V when I wake up?
  • What do I want to remember when I wake up?

And if none of these appeal to me, I pick a card from the Playground stone skipping deck…

Last week.

Last week I put up three new forum boards in my Kitchen Table program.

One of them is dedicated to sleep and dreams. To be honest, I was pretty sure no one would post there aside from me, but it’s been flooded with various threads about this.

We’re all practicing.

We’re practicing Morning Begins At Night (an awesome Andrey-ism).

And setting things up to be caring and supportive. Generally treating sleep like it’s the best present ever for slightly-future-you.

Which it kind of is.

And we can play here too.

Comment zen for the collective blanket fort…

You can use any of these stone-skipping questions. You can share if you like. You can deposit stories about how changing one aspect of approaching sleep changes other things.

Or not! You can always declare silent retreat, if you don’t feel like saying anything.

As always: we all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a practice.

We take responsibility for what’s ours, we let everyone else have what’s theirs, and we don’t tell each other what to do or how to feel.

I am declaring a secret napping room in here today. If you don’t have time, you can send a secret self to nap for you while you’re doing other things.

If you’d like to decorate the secret napping room or donate imaginary pillows, that would be lovely.

Love and a sleepy happy wave to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.

The Fluent Self