I’m winter sexy.
I get off on skiing waist deep powder;soaking in hot springs; doing yoga in the early morning dark; and wrapping myself around a steaming mug of lemon ginger tea.
Summer sexy, with my allergies and freckled, sun-sensitive skin, takes a little more effort.
So in the heat of the day, I strip off my sweaty clothes, turn on the fan, curl up with my bad boy and take a sexy siesta.
It’s a round about way of getting enough sleep and according to a recent New York Times article, this isn’t a bad approach. In his article entitled “Rethinking Sleep” writer David K. Randal writes:
“Rather than helping us get more rest, the tyranny of the eight-hour block reinforces a narrow conception of sleep and how we should approach it.”
He continues, further supporting my sexy siesta/sexy insomnia strategy:
“It seemed that, given a chance to be free of modern life, the body would naturally settle into a split sleep schedule. Subjects grew to like experiencing nighttime in a new way. Once they broke their conception of what form sleep should come in, they looked forward to the time in the middle of the night as a chance for deep thinking of all kinds, whether in the form of self-reflection, getting a jump on the next day or amorous activity.”
Amorous activity. I love that.
I know my man never minds waking in the middle of the night to my torso- descending kisses. It just means we may need to crawl into the loft mid-day and take a nap.
See how this works?
Are you winter sexy or summer sexy? Spring or fall?
Do you have a sexy relationship with sleep these days? Tell me about it. If not, be sure and read Randal's article.
P.S. I'm going to a workshop at a super sensuous place next week. No internet or cell coverage. See you in August.