Tell Me a Story: DIY Myth
And so our sleep-deprived story continues....
As LP (and we) serve out our transition time (that uncomfortable time when the old way of doing things no longer works and the new way of doing things isn't yet defined), there are many awake hours in wee hours of the morning.
Not my best time.
I'm trying many new things to shift our nights into a better and more sleep-filled experience. Along with some straight talk about nighttime (which is for sleeping) I'm also developing the story of the Sleepy Bird. I have a (hopeful) feeling that Sleepy Bird will become part of our bedtime and re-falling asleep routines. She has great potential to serve a mythic function.
A few nights ago, LP really settled down as I started to tell her about the Sleepy Bird getting up out of her nest and flying through the night sky, over houses and apartments and all kinds of places that people are sleeping. I was able to spin a long, long story about trees dreaming about tree things and so on. When the Sleepy Bird sees someone not sleeping, she comes and sings a soft, sleepy song to help them go back to sleep.
Last night when I said goodnight, I reminder her about Sleepy Bird, she smiled and softly said "tweet, tweet".
Fingers crossed that "tweet tweet" and lead to sleep, sleep.
This post is part of the Moms' 30 minute blog challenge over at SteadyMom.
As LP (and we) serve out our transition time (that uncomfortable time when the old way of doing things no longer works and the new way of doing things isn't yet defined), there are many awake hours in wee hours of the morning.
Not my best time.
I'm trying many new things to shift our nights into a better and more sleep-filled experience. Along with some straight talk about nighttime (which is for sleeping) I'm also developing the story of the Sleepy Bird. I have a (hopeful) feeling that Sleepy Bird will become part of our bedtime and re-falling asleep routines. She has great potential to serve a mythic function.
A few nights ago, LP really settled down as I started to tell her about the Sleepy Bird getting up out of her nest and flying through the night sky, over houses and apartments and all kinds of places that people are sleeping. I was able to spin a long, long story about trees dreaming about tree things and so on. When the Sleepy Bird sees someone not sleeping, she comes and sings a soft, sleepy song to help them go back to sleep.
Last night when I said goodnight, I reminder her about Sleepy Bird, she smiled and softly said "tweet, tweet".
Fingers crossed that "tweet tweet" and lead to sleep, sleep.
This post is part of the Moms' 30 minute blog challenge over at SteadyMom.
Labels: improv, storytelling
posted by Susan at
2:44 PM
3 Comments:
Sweet!!! Don't I know that transition time between when everything falls into place and when suddenly all that was rhythm is not... until you find your rhythm again!!! Have a great day!!!
I love the concept of your blog. It's so great to see a fellow creative arts therapist out there. Thanks for your post. It reminds me to try making my own stories instead of relying on books all the time. It also reminds me to put a little more life and acting into my storytelling and everyday life.
Thanks Jen...I was excited to see your blog too...there's a lot of world without creative arts therapies and so glad to know we're blogging about it in life as well as practice.
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