Last night was rife with
disturbed/disturbing sleep
nightmares attacking
relentlessly/mercilessly
old trauma flying in
flashing/slashing
understanding slipping away
eluding/excluding.

This morning I awoke
to an awakening
realizing that sometimes
the unfathomable
is simply meaningless
there is no meaning
trying will necessarily
end in torment.

Calm descended
I arose refreshed
as though awakening
from a sound sleep.

I’ve decided to participate for the first time in #blogElul, which I have followed for a few years. I’ve never had the courage to get my feet wet – this year, I’m jumping into the deep end of the pool! Check out some of the amazing  themed posts geared around the work and joy of Elul – of introspection and reflection in the days leading to the High Holy Days (Organized by Ima Bima.) You can read last year’s and this year’s #blogElul posts via the Elul tag.