Sleeping

There are days when I cannot sleep and days when I sleep through wind and hail and thunder. At the retreat the woman I shared a bathroom with got up at 5 a.m. I could not sleep any longer. I got up after her and at 6 a.m. we both read in the breakfast room. We were the only ones. The next morning she got up at the same time and I slept right through until 7:30 a.m. In Toronto some years back when the Pope visited I was the only one who slept at night through music and prayers and everything else until the rains came and I was literally in the mud. The people around me were crying because they could not sleep. The stewardess said to me at the airport going home: "Madam, YOU were here?"