Week 5... Can't Sleep

It's 2am on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and I can't sleep.  Sadly, this isn't atypical.  It's a fairly regular thing for me to see 2:00 or later before being able to fall asleep, only to have to rise at 6:30 or 7:00 to make it to school on time.  It's not as if I try to stay up either.  I do my evening routine of brushing the chompers, washing the face, saying prayers, combing out my long mane, and then when I snuggle into bed...BAM!  The mind races and the body says, "let's do something!" Or maybe it's the mind that says, "let's do something!" it's hard to determine who the culprit is.  Warm milk, decaffeinated tea, my usual tricks... nothing seems to help. 

Oma would say, "what are you thinking about when you lie awake at night?" The short answer is, "I wish I could sleep!" while the longer and more truthful answer is likely to be "there's so much work to do and not enough time to do it all."  Cue anxiety and panic.  We're in week five of the semester and I still haven't been able to find the groove which allows me to get it all done.  Okay, I know that's an illusion and that there's no way to get it ALL done, but a woman can dream, right?  Alternate reality?  Time warp? TARDIS? So here we find ourselves... me writing away well past my bed time (if I still have one) while I wait to fall asleep. And you're going to say, "well of course you won't fall asleep if you're sitting up and typing!" to which I respond, "Well, I'm up for some reason, let's write and see what comes of it.  Maybe I'll clear out some junk, discern what is trying to be communicated, and start getting some sleep.  It can't hurt."  So now onto the news...

Seminary is great!  I can't say enough how much I'm enjoying my classes.  Each day offers a plethora of learning opportunities for one to engage in, and there are a multitude of wonderful people to share the day and life events with.  All in all, it's a great community of spectacular people, and I am grateful each day for the opportunity to be in ministry, fellowship, and community with them.
My classes are not only intellectually stimulating, but they are engaging in a way that brings ministry into a different picture.  It's enjoyable to be able to make connections between two classes which you might not think are connected.  Perhaps a fuller description of my class content is necessary, but I'll hold that off for another time. As it's now 2:48 and I'm starting to feel drowsy, we return to what prompted this late night posting.... I'm awake when I should be sleeping.

I believe I'm awake for a reason.  I'd much rather be sleeping, but something is calling me away from the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, so I'll sit and ponder a bit, listen even more, and feel for the beating drum in my soul. As I close this up for now, I'll leave you with Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.  And when I figure out what it is I'm supposed to know, I'll likely let you know. 

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea —
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

  by Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
   Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
   The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we,"
            Said Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
   That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
   Never afraid are we!"
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
   As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea;
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

  by Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
   Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
   The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we,"
            Said Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
   That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
   Never afraid are we!"
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
   As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea;
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15720#sthash.FcggyOyd.dpuf

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

  by Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
   Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
   The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we,"
            Said Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
   That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
   Never afraid are we!"
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
   As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea;
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15720#sthash.FcggyOyd.dpuf