awoke at 3 AM.  now it's 4:09 AM. if it was a dream that woke me, i don't remember any of it—can't find even a trace left behind like a trailing ribbon caught on a branch. (a few weeks ago, i actually woke up saying: Ani Tuzman, Reporter: The Inside Scoop.)  this morning, it might have been my lips that woke me, swollen, itching & stinging from this herpes virus.  last week, they looked like a clown's mouth: brightly painted, pink, ballooning lips that practically stretched from my nose to my chin.  i'll be glad when this is healed.  i heard Louise Hay earlier tonight invite us to listen to our bodies.  i have been trying.  the message right now seems to be patience and acceptance.  ironic how acceptance leads to letting go...  i'll try for some more shuteye.  sweet dreams to all of us, eyes open and closed.   sweet letting go, too.