Maybe it was the eclipse the day before that thinned the space between us, but something strange happened yesterday, on the 7th anniversary of my mom’s passing.
As a writer, it is not unusual for me to have a “flash of inspiration” where all of a sudden I get an idea for a story or most often, a poem. Then I have to either tell Siri to take a note for me (and hope I can decipher my own voice recognition speak later) or find a scrap of paper to write my idea down on.
For that reason, I often have a notebook nearby. I try to have one in my purse, at my desk, or within arm’s reach at all times.
Yesterday morning was one of those “flash” times. I woke up around 5:00 a.m. with an idea that wouldn’t let me go back to sleep. I try to tell myself It’s ok, you’ll remember it in the morning, but I know I won’t.
Or it will just tickle my mind enough to drive me more than a little crazy all day.
So, I picked up my phone and wrote a note in my Notes app.
Here is part of it:
Thinking that was it, I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep.
But I had another idea, that just had to be written down, so I picked up the phone again and wrote it down.
I distinctly remember thinking – Gee, I thought maybe I’d dream about my mom or something. You know, if something was going to wake me up I hoped it would have been a message from my mom or a dream of her or something.
So I lay down again and….you guessed it…more ideas. By this time the tap was wide open and the ideas were coming at a fast pace. I didn’t want to turn the light on and wake up my sweetie (he hurt his back and has been having trouble sleeping lately…) so I grabbed the pen and note pad I had on my nightstand and began writing.
In the dark.
Picture if you can me, on my left side, half asleep with a note pad next to me on the bed, writing. And writing. And flipping pages. And writing some more.
I lay there, literally with my eyes closed in some sort of half-awake dream state and writing.
I wrote about ten pages of notes. I remember at one point writing I hope this pen has ink.
I also remember writing Hey mom, hey mom a couple of times.
I have to admit, I haven’t read what I wrote. It was a strange experience. It was as if I was channeling something. I was a conduit for my subconscious. Or something.
The images were so clear. The cadence of ideas is still strong and loud in my head.
I woke up with the word POWER echoing in my mind, over and over.
That has not left. That keeps popping up over and over and over. (The idea of power is a recurring theme for me…more on that later).
That’s all I’m ready to share right now. I’m still processing the experience. I need to read what I wrote.
It may not seem so strange, this experience, as I write this and share the story, but how many people do you know who sleep-write? #notmanyIhope
There you have it, whatever it was. A gift from my mom? A visit? Some strange channeling experience? A lucid dream? I’m open to ideas and interpretations. In fact, I welcome your thoughts in the comments below!