On retreat last week I easily slipped into a nap … letting my eyes close and letting sleep lift me into its arms and rock me away from thinking … awake type of thinking. I floated like a cloud floats … lazily … shifting and changing shape. One moment a fox or turtle … the next moment something entirely different. I slept. I dreamed. Now I don’t remember but I’m sure I was amused, interested … attached to each dream sliver like a dieter is attracted to a piece of banana cream pie. I woke and glanced at the clock … oh … I napped .. well, today there’s no hurry and my eyes closed again … into the silky state of sleep.