Ep 37: Poetry Minisode - Beauties Sleeping
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[00:00:03] Hey, Sam here. This is a bonus mini episode featuring one of my substack poems. This is a completely new creative endeavor, which I've suddenly felt compelled to create and share. Um, who knows how long it will last this episode is only a few minutes long, but I hope it brightens your day in some way.
[00:00:24] Before I share the poem, I just want to share some background with you.
[00:00:31] So I've recently been reflecting on how different the sleep behaviours and patterns are between myself and my daughter. She's 13, going on 17. Sometimes bedtime can be a battle, just as it was in her younger years, for very different reasons. The truth is, at different stages of life, we need different things. Our rhythms shift, our desires evolve, and what once [00:01:00] nourished us may no longer serve us in the same way. Yet, we often resist these changes, comparing ourselves to younger versions of who we once were, or measuring our needs against the lives of others.
[00:01:13] And the truth is, the deepest act of self care is not striving to be who we used to be, but honouring who we are right now. This poem speaks to that shift. The way sleep, once an afterthought in the rush of youth, becomes something sacred, something earned. At seventeen, the night is an endless invitation.
[00:01:36] An adventure not to be wasted. At 47, it's a space of necessary restoration. Interrupted yet precious. A foundation for thriving. Neither way of being is wrong. Both are beautiful, but they belong to different seasons. Acknowledging what you need in this moment, in this version of yourself, is an act of self [00:02:00] respect. Instead of longing for the effortless sleep of youth, or wishing for the stamina of another, there is power in embracing where you are today. The first step to truly caring for yourself is to listen to your body, to your spirit, to the quiet truths that whisper to you in the in between hours.
[00:02:21] Because when you honor yourself in this season, you can create space for a life that is not only sustainable, but deeply fulfilling. So as you listen to this poem, my question for you to ponder is, what if instead of longing for who you once were or comparing yourself to others, you asked yourself with honesty and compassion, what do I truly need in this season of my life? I would love to hear from you.
[00:02:51] Um, please send me an email or message me on social media. Now for the poem. Enjoy.
[00:02:57] At 47, she has [00:03:00] no alarm. She has no trouble waking on time, despite the battlefield of nightly rousings. To the dog barking at a secret noise that broke his REM sleep, or some immersive poodle dreams that positioned him comatose on her feet. To midnight twitches and 3am glitches. Good night dreams, patchy and broken.
[00:03:34] All scratched out, now that she's woken. Early to bed, early to rise. Squeeze in as much rest, in order to thrive.
[00:03:50] At seventeen, she fights her sleep. Forget rest, sleep isn't a treat. She has a preference for midnight [00:04:00] feasts, friends and music, and beauty and the beast. For once asleep, she goes down deep. Sleep is easy, no counting sheep. She wakes to spaceships sending messages of love. Transmissions flicker from above.
[00:04:21] A precursor for the light of day. Come too soon to take the night away. For it's the in between time she loves. A time of magic, mystery, where it's possible to float above.
[00:04:38] Hey, Sam here.
[00:04:39] Thanks for listening to the end. If you like this poem, please let me know if you want more of this type of content from me. Your feedback is often the spark that helps me turn random creative ideas into consistent ways of communicating my message. And adding value. If you'd like to support me, please buy me a coffee and leave a short message.
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