Thunder rumbles slowly in the distance like a grumpy lion's roar. It moves over the house lazily without unleashing its full potential, perhaps the final clap of power happens down the road or not at all. It is a metaphor for my rough times, they always pass after the rumble, but your never quite sure if more is coming. It's 4 in the morning and all is still with the pregnant pause of tomorrow becoming today. This place is beautiful and reverent it reminds me of the space at the top of your inhalation before you take your next breath. It is a tiny pause of suspended time only a few of us realize even exists.
Others would disapprove and admonish me as a hopeless insomniac for being so wide awake and aware at this hour. But they don't see the beauty here. This is where I find clarity. This is where I am most creative. It has become natural for me to sleep for hours, awaken for 1 or 2 , grow in some way and then fall back to peaceful repose. This is where I am well rested and completely undisturbed! Those 2 wakeful hours are for writing and ruminating, praying and reading and learning. And most of all for paying attention.
I Pay attention to my emotions and my feelings, my hopes and my dreams. It easier to indulge yourself in this when no one is calling, texting, talking, pleading or judging you. It's just me and my 5 senses. It's just me beyond my 5 senses. The sounds of weather, the sight of the night sky, the dawning light, the smell of dew or snow or grass. The gentle breeze rustling the curtain or the soft hum of the conditioned air unit. The sound of my conscious and contents of my heart. The satisfaction and longing in my soul. These things are my companions. I never feel alone with them.
This place is sacred and full of abundance. Why do so many make it an anxious negative space?
I suppose I could use this time to tool around the net, creep Facebook pages, condemn myself for bad decisions, have a pity party or watch mindless reruns. Everyone does sometimes. and I am no different. We all have our unhealthy attachments and distractions. But mostly I prefer a higher road. I want to spend my time doing something that makes me feel good about myself. Seeking wisdom, understanding and clarity does that for me. But I judge no one their pastimes and pursuits.
Whatever gets you through the night...
3am and 4am those poor underrated and unappreciated hours. They take a lot of abuse from us...maybe we could cut them some slack... Maybe we should make friends with these intimadators , smile at these sleep robber snooze button lovers. Maybe they coax us awake so we see what they offer. Next time they nudge you look closely to find the beauty in the beast. Maybe we are all lucky insomniacs!
Peace and love,
Spiritual Healer, Energetic Medium
This Blog is the story of the miracles, challenges and lessons of my life journey. Years ago when I hit a personal "rock bottom" my despair led me to seek answers and my quest for truth began. Amazing events propelled me on a spiritual journey of transformation.. Miraculously, through these experiences my life has become my teacher and my friend.... I hope my words connect us and allow us to walk together for a time as teacher and friend to each other. The most valuable thing we have during this human experience is our connection to love. The love in our soul for a higher power and others is the only thing that is real. I honor these connections through my writing. Theses words are my gift inspired through the heart of Spirit for you. I hope by sharing my journey it will enlighten, inspire and ease yours as it does mine >> ... Peace... Georgia Rose