It’s 5:40 AM. I’m normally a night owl and not a morning person, but this morning I’m up and at my desk. I awakened at 3:15 to go to the bathroom. Somehow in those moments a trickle of feelings and abstract creative ideas began flowing about things that at first appear completely unrelated to my other creative endeavors.
I went back to bed to get more sleep. The trickle grew stronger. Images. Images of feelings as soft as whispers. The image-whispers grew more insistent. The images were of people having fun, playing games where they learned more about themselves and each other, and especially of the goodness and greatness within themselves and each other. Of human needs and desires. Of ways for more lasting joy a greater sense of fulfillment to themselves and others.
I’ve heard those whispers and felt those feelings before. Each time they have been different yet there is so much similarity to them that I’ve learned to recognize what is happening. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep and got up.
A new creative adventure has begun. I have no idea where it might take me, or even whether the flow that has swept me up might will turn into a mighty river or slow to a trickle and completely dry up just around the next bend, perhaps even before I’m done writing this post. That is all part of the adventure.
I wanted to capture the whispers and feelings as they happened and share them with you. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it is so someone who may be hearing and feeling something similar may be better able to recognize similar signs within themselves and act upon them, or to better recognize the symptoms in others and encourage them to do the same to do the same.
I wish you great adventures.
With Love,
Russ
Russ Towne's A Grateful Man 
I love this! Sorry you were up so early but what a great way to begin your day! ♥
Thank you, Misifusa. I agree.
Russ
Thank you for the adventure wishes Russ!!!! Happy adventuring to you as well!!! 🙂
Thank you, Colleen!
Russ
I recognize what you write if. I call them my night time epiphanies. I had one that came as a result of a nightmare, of all things. I think many people have dreamed once or twice of dying but just before you die…you wake up. I had one where I didn’t wake up…I actually died. All I could think about was how to make things okay with my loved ones. Those thoughts were so strong that I woke up in real life…and boy did the river flood my universe. I grabbed a pad of paper and started writing, something I rarely do but I knew this was important, possibly life changing. Five hours later I finished writing, Five hours of writing from the heart, the joys of life and what’s really important about life…things I wanted my loved ones to know so they wouldn’t be sad. I felt complete, yet energized by these thought about life, death itself was insignificant. It was living life that was important. I looked at the clock and saw that it was thirty minutes before I had to get up. So I lay down to sleep knowing that those thoughts and that thirty minutes would carry me through the day…and I would sleep when I get home.
I not only greatly enjoyed your comment and its special message, I especially enjoyed the beautiful way you wrote it. Your last sentence was especially meaningful and powerful to me, Mrs. P. Thank you for sharing it.
Russ
I knew you’d get it and I’m glad you found meaning in it! Sorry for the typos. I’m not always awake enough to see my errors when I check the blogs in the AM.
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Russ, I have nominated you for this book award. No need to do it if you have no time, I just thought of you as you are such a great writer! 🙂 Please see here : https://utesmile.wordpress.com/2015/11/21/book-fangirling-blog-award/
Thank you, Ute! I’m honored. I had to reluctantly stop participating in awards as they had begun taking up a considerable amount of time and were keeping me from other things that were also important to me. But you too are important and special to me so I will answer your questions.
1. My favorite place to read inside my home is my office. It has two windows, and light and warmth flow through them comforting and nourishing my body and soul, as do many of the books I read.
2. I do re-read a rare few books. Usually it is because I enjoyed them so much the first time, but as I’ve experienced more of life there are other reasons I’ve begun to do so: Nostalgia, to re-capture feelings I had when I read them the first time, and curiosity. The latter being that I wondered what I’d now think of the books I’d first read and enjoyed as a young man thirty or forty years ago.
3. I used to read under the covers as a child when I was supposed to be sleeping.
4. It just occurred to me as I thought of your question that I’m an eclectic reader. There are many genres. Perhaps that’s why the stories I write are also of many genres.
5. My favorite children’s book is “Horton Hears a Who” by Dr. Seuss. I love the story, it’s humorous rhyming style, the character of Horton (how he looks as well as his strength, loyalty, determination, compassion, and kindness), the messages in the story, the thought that even a single voice can make all the difference in the world, and Horton’s motto “A person’s a person no matter how small.” I think they’re all great messages for children and reminders for adults. Horton is a hero to, and role model for, me.