STAY AWAKE FOR AN HOUR

At 8:00 this morning the wind seemed to be attempting to uproot the tree outside my window. But it didn't, in spite of the gyrations it went through. There was no sunshine, and therefore, no shadows on the blinds. But through the open bit of window, about five inches, the gyrating could remind one of actors on an outdoor stage in ancient Greece, or London's Globe Theatre in the 1600's. The play was, of course, a tragedy, perhaps Macbeth. The limbs that swayed on my tree were the moving trees of Birnam wood carried by soldiers as camouflage to defeat Macbeth. 

Sleep is good and necessary, but when we sleep, we are missing out on many other good things. Once in a while, when we have had our six hours or so of sleep, it should be an adventure to stay abed another hour and look outside to the hills or the river or the desert or the city street and see and listen to its message. Of course, this is a solo "flight," not to share with anyone else until you get to the breakfast table. Then you share.