Beckoned from dormant consciousness by the wise words of a distant friend, I stir from within as I remember who I am and let go of notions that I am less than that. Gone in a flash, I now sit in my haven of peace, the venue for my redemptive meditations and healings, my dog in semi-slumber at my side offering me the solace of his loyalty and love when tears welled up earlier in the pain of my “sleep”.
Now all I do is cast my mind aside and a subtle smile appears on my now peaceful countenance, for it betrays that the truth has returned to my waking state and lends a lie to the nightmares of the conscious mind that tortured me in the early hours of the day.
I feel slightly silly in fact, the thought that I was so carried away by my fears, so forlorn that I contemplated the release of an early death sooner than face a reality of great disappointment in myself. The foolishness is compounded by the notion that I had thought myself “well travelled” on this journey of life, yet still the ego interrupts and troubles me unchecked from time to time. But even that thought is designed by the ego to flail myself with and so is set free and forgotten, since it means nothing and I allow that I am human and may stray and all is well and as it should be.
The result of this re-awakening is a certain lightness of being, an awareness that the state of “less than” in which I have writhed for some time has caused some discomfort in my physical body caused by indigestion and consumption beyond my needs to fill a gap left by the dormant self, the true self. So now I crave nurturing for my body in the form of clean water to drink and pure juices to wash through this abused vehicle to replenish it and show penance for what has gone on before. So it is then that I pray and make offerings to the temple that is my body, the sacred vehicle of this incarnation. So begins the dawn of my day anew.
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