Sleep has been an illusive friend the past few days. My body and mind have been restless. I churn and turn and tumble over and over in my bed--night visions dancing, minus the sugar plums.
When and how do we open? Open to the mystery? Suddenly religious, we move in this direction of palms wide-open and the world open to us, ready to be embraced. Can we welcome this new world with an old mind? Thinking that, in fact, this cannot be so. The mind must change and open and we must venture forth from this new place: renewed, revived, reborn.
Of course, all this comes to mind for a myriad of reasons. The hundred plus birthday; the autumn, the waning hours of daylight. Worlds are coming together, joining; hearts are converging and minds are melding, and meanwhile, we all have to vote for a president and pretend to save the world by looking out the window. "Quick, the hole! Don't just sit there, fill it with something!" I wonder what the whales are saying about how we operate around here?
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