WAKING UP FROM THE STUFFINESS

So the old sleeping pattern is messed up again. We had a whole night of prayer on Friday and, while it was good, it's also discombobulated my body-clock.

I slept through most of Saturday and then got really confused about which day it was. Then I couldn't go to sleep at all on Saturday night, as though my brain had switched into nocturnal mode.

So I went for a drive, had a mug of hot chocolate, listened to the wind and finally dropped off into dreams about fireworks and space shuttles.

It's like jetlag, this. It might take a while to get used to the 'flight' and the 'timezone'. However, things are slowly adjusting today.

I went for a sunny walk this morning. I went round the golf course and out into the little village that's down the road. The sun was high above the cotton-bud clouds and a cold wind whistled through the hedgerows. It reminded me again, of walks at university, how I'd wander out to Bathampton, climb up to Sham Castle and sit in the field of buttercups. The wind would whistle up there too.

All of this this morning, gave me the impression that something was waking up in me, an old feeling stirring from the stuffiness. Like the other night by the lake, I was remembering something important, deep and ancient.

And when you've slept through most of the weekend, waking up can only be a good thing.