For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just rightor not.
When I am awake, I am at peace. When I am awake I see people, really see them. Awakening draws my habitual steps out of the quotidian and into the extraordinary details to be found there.
My days all run together with life at home. Two loving barnacles and a never ending litany of need. Sometimes want. This need-filling, it puts me to sleep. It sings softly to me asking me to tune out the tiger in the living room and the baby upstairs that did not sleep. It rocks me gently through the motions of the washer or the never ending clothespins and lulls me into the soapy waters of the kitchen sink. The need filling has become so normal, so repetitive, comfortable, quotidian, that I do not always see.
So, at risk of not hearing you, not seeing you, of missing out on the details that define our journey across this fleeting landscape, I remember from time to time and shout… WAKE UP! …and the eyes of my heart snap to attention.
What do you need to wake up to?