Waking

These days I find that I’m waking feeling, well, renewed. No, I don’t mean that manic burst of wide-mouth grinning that the cereal commercials show us, nor the extraordinary things you see people doing in the ads after they’ve inhaled a caffeinated soda. I wake each morning feeling as if I’m having that wonderful first clear day after a heavy cold has left. I’m not bursting with whatever it is we think we’re supposed to burst with. Rather – I’m feeling washed clean. Not new (I’m still aware I’m resident in an aging body) but some how dusted off, polished, set right, and ready to go into a world that has beauty in it.

Sting put it this way: “I woke this morning and something had changed, like the rooms in my house had all been rearranged”.

All real change happens in the Unconscious.

Thank you, Unconscious, for whatever it is you’ve been doing.