Remember the lazy days of napping an afternoon away as a teenager? There wasn't much of a care in the world back then. It was glorious!
For me, a solid nap required a softer than soft, fluffier than fluffy, feather pillow...one silk edged blanket and pure silence. I'd snuggle beneath the covers and slide into sleep like a sled whistling down a hillside in the deep of winter. It was faaaaan-taaa-stic, I tell you.
But then came the adult years. And simply put, with days full of top speed living, schedules, children, friends, telephones, cell phones, computers, work and chores that never end....there simply isn't the time for the luxurious napping of my teen years.
Today I chose to change that. I put the baby down for his nap and the house just happened to be silent. I suddenly longed to be back under my covers. (It didn't help much that there was a huge thunderstorm just outside the front door and the melodic sound of rain bouncing against my rooftop).
I peeked into my bedroom and smiled. There it was, my big pillowtop King sized bed. Oh how I love the feeling of sinking into the fresh sheets and hiding my legs under the fluffed up blankets. It called my name loudly and I accepted the invitation with a hint of reluctance.
At first, I layed there tossing questions around like a beach ball.
Would I lay there and think of my list of "To-Do's"?
Could I stop thinking about my responsibilities long enough to close my eyes?
What would happen to my chores for the day?
Would I be too far behind and regret the nap later?
And then...so sweetly, I remembered that I could raise up my Permission Flags! I have had flags in my mind for years, ever since reading the ravishing words of Sark in books like "Wild Succulent Women". She told her readers to raise up flags that say, "I give myself permission to.....(fill in the blank)" And then fly them around you proudly.
So I did. In my mind I imagined loads of flags waving softly in a complete rectangle around my bed. When a responsible thought tried to sneak into my drowsy contemplations, I'd wave a glaring flag at it which read, "Sorry, you're not aloud in the napping place today, she has permission to sleep!" It was a struggle for a few moments but those flags have some serious left-hook my friends! And eventually, there I was, deep inside of one of the most encouraging naps I've ever taken.
It was freeing and exhilerating! I was full of softness and lacking in anxiety. I wasn't a responsible mommy or wife or friend at the moment. I was just me, being so very succulent on a Tuesday afternoon, as I lay in the soft cushion of my mattress, snuggling my cotton candy like feather pillow, dreaming only of things that encourage me.
When I woke up, I looked out the window at the soft raindrops still falling. It was magical. And right then I thanked God for such a sweet gift. How gracious, to have had silence, a plush bed to fall into, a God-sent-sound-machine to block out all possible other noises and a deep sleep to remind me of my teenage naps in years long since gone.
Joy... I tell you....pure joy!
(feeling like maybe a nap should be a part of my weekly schedule...think that is possible?)
















