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Late-Night Thoughts

Dear Friends: With a new book out in January of all months, I’m delinquent in both my updates and following. I read at least 10 blog posts a day, but it’s not always enough.

For now, I thought I’d share some of my late-night thoughts, written over several years.


Stopping to acknowledge our privileges, no matter how small — and giving thanks for them — allows us to dwell in the realm of the positive instead of rushing headlong into solving the next problem, or worrying about it.

Hidden Beauty

When the leaves fall, we suddenly see all kinds of things that were hidden. One morning I woke up and looked through the window, and there was our stream, rushing and sparkling through the woods.


On many days, my near-past was a distant planet. It twinkled against the impenetrable darkness of what should have been memory.


Extremists can be a vexation to the spirit – especially those that are one’s beloved friends or relatives.

Perhaps they are sent to test one’s patience and beliefs — including my own belief that each of us is, in some way, a representation of God. So I force myself to remember Mother Teresa’s saying: “There goes God in another of his distressing disguises.”

Of course, it’s also likely that each of us is fundamentalist/extremist in some way that just hasn’t been threatened yet.

Writing to Heal

I wrote because I could not speak. (Journal entry, later said to a radio interviewer about my difficulty thinking and speaking during the toughest years post-accident)


When we write about deep pains, when we note – and perhaps even share — our moments of great insight, it releases something in us. And when we stop to count our blessings, and give thanks for them, we let joy in.

Words Have Power

It is so much easier to generalize, overlook and dismiss people than to try to understand them. But I’ve learned from hard experience that not listening, and not trying to understand, can lead to a world of unkindness, hurt and trouble.

So when someone explains why they’re hurt by what I may well have intended as an innocent statement, I listen, and try to understand.


We learn it when we’re children: words have power. Words can comfort, uplift, enlighten, but words can also hurt, damage, devastate.

I have reached the stage in life — after much suffering and reflection — to know that being considerate in my choice of words to and about others doesn’t mean weakness. It means strength.


My best wishes,


72 thoughts on “Late-Night Thoughts”

  1. I love Mother Teresa’s quote. “There goes God in another of his distressing disguises.” This is the first time I have heard it. God must have a wicked sense of humor these days.

  2. Reblogged this on DiversiPro Inc. and commented:
    Many people have trouble sleeping; apparently about one third of the population. I suspect I’m among the “one-third.” I call it EMA -early morning anxiety. For me that moment of full awakeness occurs like clockwork just before 3 a.m. At that time, my head is full of thoughts; things I need to do, things I should have done, things I’d like to do. Maybe I’ve been working on a project or a major speech and I awake with (at least in my opinion) profound and wise thoughts. I always promise to remember those great thoughts but when I go to retrieve them later that day they are gone. All that remains is a slight memory they they were ever there.
    It wasn’t that long ago that the state of wakefulness, or second sleep, was quite normal. In fact, some of our most productive time is in between sleeps.
    So next time you can’t sleep, get out of bed, read a book or, like writer Cynthia Reyes, put pen to paper (please stay away from the computer screen). Here are Cynthia’s Late Night Thoughts:

  3. As I was reading through your words of wisdom, Cynthia, I lingered over your observations on extremism. I’ve seen it up-close and ugly with family and often wondered what type of mindset encourages it to flourish. And maybe you are right. Possibly we all have the capacity to hate. I, for one, know that I can become a bit extreme when I think about extremists. –Curt

    1. I have the same problem. Extremists make me mad. Road rage actions fill me with rage. And then I get cross with myself for being enraged. Sigh! I think Mother Theresa’s quote is a good one to remember.

  4. Cynthia, your late night thoughts are lovely, reassuring, and inspiring. And, yes, minding our words, being considerate, takes strength and energy. I enjoyed listening to Kamala Harris the other day. She speaks with strength and with consideration.

    1. Thank you. All of these were written in my journal first, so I guess I wrote them for myself first! It’s nice to share them with my blogger friends, though, and takes trust to know they’ll appreciate them.

  5. I have recently given into the middle of the night reading habit and found it very productive, eases the anxiety of trying to get back to sleep but I am in the enviable position of not having to wake up to an alarm.

    1. Thanks, Andrea. There are many more, not always wise and often bewildered! It’s one tactic to work my way out of the recurring PTSD car crash nightmare. Sometimes, later, I don’t remember having written these things, so maybe an angel is holding my hand when I write the good stuff.

  6. Mother Teresa was a very wise woman. I love all you night time thoughts. I also wrote to heal.That was why I started blogging. To find my words again. Some are still missing in action though. 😉

  7. You’ve given us so much to reflect on, Cynthia. It’s a gift to your readers. My favourite is your reminder about privilege. But I need to consider your final statement every day: Being considerate in my choice of words to and about others doesn’t mean weakness. It means strength.

    Thank you!

  8. These thoughts are nice, Cynthia. Lately, we have been telling each other what we are most thankful for each evening over a hot cup of almond milk. Late night thoughts can be so troublesome sometimes, but as evidenced in yours, not always.

    1. I love that ritual! What a great thing to do together.
      My late night thoughts are beyond troublesome — I struggle with PTSD — but I try to get through at least some of the scary hours by writing in my journal and/or reading a very compelling book. Very recently, that book was Library Lost, by Laurie Graves. Before that, it was The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes, which both compelled and repelled me at times, Booker Prize notwithstanding. (Perhaps the mark of a great book.)

  9. I love, love, love that Mother Theresa quote. And I’m sure God does have a sense of humour, I mean, look at some of the stuff Jesus came out with. And any entity that comes up with the duckbilled platypus definitely has a sense of humour.



  10. I like your thoughts, they made me sit back and think deeply. Your words have power comment resonated deeply. I see a world of people torn on miscommunication, on failure to take the time to listen, to understand, to empathise. Thank you for sharing this

  11. Hi Cynthia, and thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. You’re right – trying to understand others and choosing words wisely is never a weakness, but a strength. As for this quote? — Mother Teresa’s saying: “There goes God in another of his distressing disguises.” Pretty funny. And maybe a little scary, but a good reminder. 🙂

  12. Inspiring thoughts. I’m lucky if I get around to reading ten posts per… week?… month? these days. So much to keep up on our place, family visits, aging parents, etc. I might even get around to assemblying and downloading our 2018 photo album with the extremely cold weather… -Oscar
    P.S. I have printed off the latest draft of my book. I have one more (for now) read-through to incorporate one more suggestion from one of my readers about being consistent with how I describe the art and the history of the art. Again, I need a snowy day in which no one needs to chat at me. The solitary world of writers/thinkers.

    1. I’ve come up with a trick for reading posts – it works with my addled brain: I usually read two posts by one person at a time, and think about them. It means I don’t get to many, but it doesn’t give me headaches, roaming from blog to blog, and I feel as if I’m visiting with each blogger for a while.
      I am enormously glad that you are proceeding with your book. I’ve restrained myself from nagging you about it. Don’t you have a hidey hole or a cabin you can go to? My husband once had a studio (former shed) at the back of our property far from our house and the family learned to leave him alone till he came home for supper!

      1. I agree with your blog-reading method. I do the same, when I get on-line… which is random.

        I must laugh about your question about a cabin… we live in a log cabin in the woods, with our closest neighbors well out of sight in the forest. When we moved here, some of our city friends asked, “What are you going to do to keep from getting bored?” But, our reputation as “Doers” means that most days off from work, we are solicited to assist someone with some task, if we do not have a To-Do list ourselves. Beyond cleaning the goat barn yesterday, we were negotiating with neighbors about filing potholes (the ground is too frozen currently to follow the methods prescribed by our home owner’s association). We finally came up with the compromise of putting gavels on the sheets of ice from so much run-off this year. Guess who had the material to do this. I’m working on being a cheeful Doer.

        Meanwhile, I found two books on Paul at our used book store. One a series of sermons from the 1950’s and the other a historical-biography from 2000. I’m reading these to get back into the midset, or convincing myself that I was on the right track to begin with.

        Bundle up with some good books and a snuggy blanket for this weeks Arctic Blast of cold air. Better yet, have Hamlin join you.

    1. I hear you. I do too — PTSD from the car accident. It’s why I am awake for hours at night or early morning. I write in my journal, and once in a while, a wise thought comes through.

    1. Hanging in, Tina. It’s turned into a busy time promoting the book, but that’s good. I’m knowing when to stop everything and lie down, or do my exercises — so far, so good. I hope you and the family are all well, my friend.

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