#SOL16 Day 10
My muse kisses my brow.
I roll over and reach for my pen,
holding the thinking in my head until I secure my notebook.
Becoming proficient with blind scrawling.
Ideas flow from my sleepy brain to the beckoning page.
There it awaits a more lucid reader at dawn.
I retreat into my downy burrow
Hopes of REM diminishing
This dormancy far too brief
when inspiration calls again.
Several years ago, as I began cultivating my ideas for CLOSE WRITING, I found my sleep pattern forever transformed. Almost every night, I dream lessons and conversations with learners and awake in the predawn hours with ideas bursting from my head. I have notebooks and scrap papers littering my bedside -inspiration overload. If I can release them to paper, I am often able to catch a few more zzzz’s, but more often than not, I’ve only opened the floodgates!