I slept a solid eleven hours, falling far away into the other lands where the sleep spirits knitted me back together.
How many times I too have felt like there must have been a type of "sleep spirits" that graciously found the way to my heart, my body, and my mind during the time I lie in bed. Somehow scraping me back together. Picking up the little pieces of my broken psyche, my shattered heart and aching body. To read Barbara O'Neal put it this way really connected for me. I could literally visualize it in my mind. I will always have that now...
