Hello – how are you doing in your here and now? I hope this finds you well. I’m tired again but getting better. Think I’m getting closer to figuring out what the problem is – being too warm at night. Link likes to cuddle right up next to me and he runs really warm. Last night I went out to the couch and it was nice and cool and I actually slept some until he figured out I had left the bed and came looking for me lol. Then we went back to the main bed and it had cooled down and I slept some more until things heated back up. I’ve always slept better when it is cooler and ever since we adjusted the thermostat in the house, by just 1 degree higher, I haven’t been sleeping as well!
Those who prefer to keep bedroom temperatures chilly while catching some shut eye may be on to something. According to an article written by Dr. Christopher Winter, Medical Director at Charlottesville Neurology & Sleep Medicine, and published by the Huffington Post, our bedroom temperatures can make a big difference when it comes to getting a good night of sleep.
Although most of us might not give a second thought to the temperature of our bedroom at night (unless you’re trying to save money), Winter says our rooms should be 60 to 67 degrees Fahrenheit for the best sleep. If the temperature goes above 75 degrees or below 54 degrees, it can cause people to toss and turn all night.
Why does the number on the thermostat matter? Our body temperatures naturally peak and decline during a 24-hour period, with the highest numbers occurring in the late afternoon and the lowest ones around 5 a.m. Sleep usually begins when our body temperature drops, so a colder room can encourage us to fall asleep faster.
If the promise of more sleep isn’t enough, there are plenty of other reasons to keep the air on cool:
You’ll have a more restful sleep.
Research done at the University of South Australia found that certain forms of insomnia occur with poor body temperature regulation. If you’re having trouble falling asleep at night, a colder room could help your body cool down enough to reach a level of deeper, restorative sleep.
It’ll keep you looking young.
Sleeping in a room warmer than 70 degrees will stop your body from releasing melatonin, one of the body’s best anti-aging hormones. Once we’re asleep in total darkness and our body temperature drops, it releases melatonin and triggers a slight cool-down in the body.
It can help you lose weight.
According to the Huffington Post, naturopathic doctor Natasha Turner says that as your body temperature drops and growth hormone is released, the stress hormone cortisol will also decrease with healthy sleep patterns. When you aren’t able to sleep enough, you’ll wake up with high levels of cortisol-meaning you’re more likely to reach for a box of cookies and have increased anxiety.
You lower your risk for metabolic disease.
One study found that sleeping in a room set to 66 degrees can help prevent certain metabolic diseases, like diabetes. Participants not only burned more calories when they were awake, but also nearly doubled their amount of brown fat, or good fat, which allows the body store fewer calories. Over time, this can lower the risk of metabolic diseases.
So, put on your favorite PJs, turn the A/C down to 65 degrees, and get ready to catch some zzz’s. ]]>😴
Ugh…..yesterday was an emotional day for me. It started with watching a video of a man saving an otter from killer whales. Alas he couldn’t rescue the baby that was with her. Hearing her scream for her baby just tore me up! Little did I know this was going to be the tempo of my day!
As Temple Grandin says:
“Nature is cruel but we don’t have to be”
So yesterday Kyle and I decided to take the dogs on a walk in the evening and came across a loose dog. He looked like Spot, probably even the same age, but was a Chihuahua. He had tags and seemed to be a nice dog but we just couldn’t get close enough to him to read his tags. Having Link and Spot along with us didn’t help either. So we finished the walk and I went home. I put a note about him and his whereabouts on our neighborhood Next Door page to let folks know about him in case they were looking. Then I grabbed my phone and went out to see if I could get a picture to help identify him.
I didn’t find the sweet boy but I did find something quite tragic in front of my neighbor Fred’s place. There was a bird in a puddle of water in his front yard. At first glance I wasn’t sure if it was dead or alive. When I stopped to really look, I saw labored breathing. I chose to stop and sit down next to the dying being. Their wings were all messed up. I sat and talked to them in soothing tones and stroked their head which they seemed to respond to. There were tears on my part because I knew there wasn’t much else I could do for the poor thing. Fred’s cats were out and I knew it was either they were going to get the bird or it was going to be the ants we have around here. We have ants that wait for Cicada’s to molt and eat them before they even fully get out of their casing!
So I was sitting there and Fred came home and asked me if everything was ok. I told him about the bird. He is a hospice nurse and was just home from work. He was very tired and said, “Why always in my front yard? The last time it was you telling me about my favorite cat!” A year or so ago I had been walking and found his favorite cat with it’s throat torn on his front yard. I had taken the time to tell him instead of just ignoring it. He told me he had just been on vacation to California and it’s been 8 months since his wife died. I said that I bet Cindy would be happy that he’s moving on, that she would want him to be happy…he deserved to be happy. His wife had been sick for a very long time and they both suffered so much with it. The dying bird I was sitting with was almost symbolic of what they had been through.
He went inside and grabbed some paper towels for me so I could remove the bird to what I hoped would be a safer dying place in my yard. The bird seemed to find peace in being wrapped and closed it’s eyes as I carried it home. One last effortless flight. Alas the space I chose to give this poor thing rest in my yard was later found by the ants. I think, I HOPE, the bird had already passed on. There just was no winning with this case. I am praying that the bird found a moment of peace with how I chose to handle things.
Remember the message about life is about choices? What I’ve shared with you illustrates this. It’s probably happened so many times in your own life and you may not even have been conscious of it!
1) Kyle and I chose to take the dogs for a second walk which we don’t normally do in the summer here. 2) This lead us to the loose dog we wanted to help. 3) This lead me to going back out for a longer walk. 4) This lead me to finding and trying to console a dying bird. 5) This lead me to a loving conversation with Fred about his wife who died after suffering a long illness.
All of this felt like a mission. I don’t believe that it was “just a coincidence.” There is the hidden director at work! Do you heed the direction or do you ignore it?
A long time friend shared a story with me recently. I don’t know if it’s true story but it was a great example of what I have experienced in my own life when I heed direction from the unseen director….God of energy, the Source….the Universe.
|Buy The MilkOr Are You An Angel?
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A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had spoken about “listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice.”
The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?” After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o’clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, “God, if you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.”
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, “God is that you?” He didn’t get a reply, so he started on toward home. But again, the thought came to him… buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel, and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. “Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. So, he stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, “Turn down that street.” This is crazy, he thought, and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, “Okay, God, I will”.
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark, like people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, “Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.” The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. “Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.”
Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door and said, “Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but, if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.”
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man’s voice yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?”
Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn’t seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.
The man asked, “What is it?”
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk and said, “Here, I brought this to you,” he said.
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.”
His wife in the kitchen yelled out,”I ask him to send an angel with some. Are you an Angel?”
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put it in the man’s hand. Then he turned and walked back toward his car and tears were streaming down his face. He knew then that God does still speak to people… and answer prayers.