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I have read a small part of this book. I was drawn to it because of the title, which I often here people allude to in the same vein, as being thought to represent a period of great spirtual suffering. But if I understand the small part I read (I stopped because I am a woman and it is written by a male religious and somehow seemed to be intended for same), it is the very opposite: the “dark night” is a time of beautiful, mystical union with Jesus, and refers literally to nighttime.
I am specifically concerned with this with regard to a problem I have been having for a long time not being able to sleep at night. Often I find myself joyful in these precious hours, as now, but also anxious, as I feel I should be sleeping like “normal” people, and there are the worries of daytime obligations which for a long time, when this first started, I had trouble attending to. But for awhile I trusted in the Lord that if he wanted me to sleep I would sleep, and I found that I was making the appointments, et cetera, I needed to make, and everything was working out just fine.
But now I am anxious again, recent upheaval in my situation, relocation, not sure if my nocturnal habits will be accepted here where I am, but also wondering whether my anxiety is the problem, lots of people are up late (my mother continues to enforce the idea of keeping “normal hours” as oh-so important and I am presently subject to her influence.) I am disabled and don’t work. I just worry about maybe keeping others up or getting in trouble. Also, there is the problem of loving coffee and cigarettes and this obviously is a complication of the special value I am presenting here of nighttime–I know that prayer vigils are frequently observed in monasteries (but coffee and cigarettes–obviously wouldn’t be a part of that, fasting, instead; they relate to my disability.)
Anybody read Dark Night of the Soul?
I am specifically concerned with this with regard to a problem I have been having for a long time not being able to sleep at night. Often I find myself joyful in these precious hours, as now, but also anxious, as I feel I should be sleeping like “normal” people, and there are the worries of daytime obligations which for a long time, when this first started, I had trouble attending to. But for awhile I trusted in the Lord that if he wanted me to sleep I would sleep, and I found that I was making the appointments, et cetera, I needed to make, and everything was working out just fine.
But now I am anxious again, recent upheaval in my situation, relocation, not sure if my nocturnal habits will be accepted here where I am, but also wondering whether my anxiety is the problem, lots of people are up late (my mother continues to enforce the idea of keeping “normal hours” as oh-so important and I am presently subject to her influence.) I am disabled and don’t work. I just worry about maybe keeping others up or getting in trouble. Also, there is the problem of loving coffee and cigarettes and this obviously is a complication of the special value I am presenting here of nighttime–I know that prayer vigils are frequently observed in monasteries (but coffee and cigarettes–obviously wouldn’t be a part of that, fasting, instead; they relate to my disability.)
Anybody read Dark Night of the Soul?