Waking up…It’s still dark, but morning is here, you can feel it in your stirring bones.
Dreams are lingering and bleeding into the awareness that consciousness is flooding in.
Your toes point and wiggle and reach away from your heavy hips.
Your eyes flutter open, the taste of the night is in your mouth and you have arrived, in this moment.
awake
Good morning.
You become aware of your body, your bed, your room, the day that’s ahead.
You're aware of all that is, that you were not aware of while you were sleeping.
you’re awake
Insight. A new morning. Insight. New seeing. Insight.
There’s something on the horizon that’s arrived as suddenly as eyes bolting open.
Insight
Growing up…You reach up up up and can touch the doorbell for the first time.
A line drawn over the top of your head shows that you’re taller than your big sister was two years ago.
You don’t fumble with the ball the way you used to.
Your brush strokes are starting to look like that of a 'real artist’s'.
Your curiosity compels you into action and what once looked like a fantasy is coming together.
You’ve got some skill
You rarely lose your temper like you used to.
You can focus so intently now you can barely remember those days of distraction and procrastination.
You can say ‘I love you’ without feeling awkward.
You take baths without a running to-do list in your head.
You’re changing. You’re growing. You’re growing up.
Practice. Muscles are building and strengthening. Practice. Capacity is expanding. Practice.
What was once wobbly, clumsy and frightening is becoming solid, dependable and embodied.
Practice
Insight and Practice
Waking up and Growing up.
Can they become more compelling than the comforts of our addictions, afflictions and compulsions?
Can they be where we turn more habitually than our turning away?
Can our weary heads rest upon the sweet promise of change?
May we look for that which we cannot see and endeavor to go in ways that we cannot move?
And if for only a minute, the creek of these old bones does inspire a song to dance to...
Can we rock out like it doesn’t matter if we stubble about?
