Insomnia ... I have never understood it - usually sleep takes me within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. But try as I may - it eluded me last night.
Upon further investigation I realized I was not alone - Creativity had come to pay me a visit. I guess it could have been easier to wrestle her away, but I am not one to silence the Lady when she comes. She always comes bearing gifts and often those gifts are rewards for heeding the call and deciding to respond.
So I picked up my pen and started to write - lyrics flowed. A masterpiece - a story of my best friend and I. A tap into the meaning of our friendship, the journey we had been on and it's abrupt end. So many things I had forgotten, I found myself grateful for finally understanding the meaning of friendship. A friend so long gone and so far away had become my muse.
Someone once said that it is important to honour the creative call. Failure to do so results in silence. She does not keep regular hours but her rewards are more than all the success and fame a person could hope for.
Maybe last night was not insomnia, maybe it was an awareness of something that could quench my yearning.
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