Reading in bed never puts me to sleep. More often than not if I’m reading a good book, it may be like pulling teeth to put it down before the early morning hours. Often, though, reading prompts ideas thats beg to be written down. If there’s music, or a breeze outside to create natural music to ears ready to give up the sounds of the day, oh, how hard it is to rise again and write.

Here’s a poem by Emily Dickinson about one of the most universal of experiences, seemingly more so because it sounds so simple. What is not so widespread, perhaps, is the importance, upon awakening, which is given the unwritten train of thought, using a precious stone, amethyst, to point to what’s left: “Amethyst remembrance”

I held a Jewel in my fingers — 

And went to sleep — 

The day was warm, and winds were prosy — 

I said “Twill keep” — 


I woke — and chid my honest fingers,

The Gem was gone — 

And now, an Amethyst remembrance

Is all I own — 

If we like, we can read the poem as a form of advice. Take action when the fresh realization of need is in our minds. Or, reprove ourselves, “and chid my honest fingers,”.  Or, be empty handed when “The Gem was gone — ”.

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