The season calls not for a blog, but a poem. Here is one I wrote several years ago that seems fitting for these times.
Night Demons by Denise Moreland During the day they lurk in the shadows Driven to the edges by light, activity and conversation. I may get a glimpse of them during a quiet moment Which immediately vanishes as my focus shifts. They leave me alone when I first go to bed. Preparation routines, reflections of the day, nightly prayers And sheer exhaustion overcome me with fatigue Keeping them at bay for a few more hours. Then it happens. My partner shifts, the cat meows or the bathroom beckons Awakening me abruptly. And my night demons come alive. They take over my mind Churning my anxieties, fears, regrets and ideas Over and over as I toss and I turn And beg to be released. Night demons are relentless They are fed and grow bigger by darkness, stillness And the ticking of the clock in another room Which I never noticed was so loud. As night turns into dawn night demons lose their power. They begin to fade around four-thirty leaving me with a hope Of getting one or two more good hours of sleep. Just as I finally doze off the alarm rings. Soon I forget about the demons that held me captive only hours ago. I become focused with the demands of the day. Once more I convince myself that what was so compelling in the dark Is completely irrelevant in the light. As I go about my life there are times when I wonder Whether my night demons Could be angels sent to guide me Toward greater authenticity, wisdom and connection. Perhaps my demons are not the thoughts and impulses That possess me in the night But the activities, obligations and responsibilities That consume me in the day.