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The air is heavy with darkness but you know you need to get up soon. There’s so much to do. You already have a handful of things to add to your list, things you remembered last night before you fell asleep, things you promised yourself you wouldn’t forget and would write down as soon as you woke. And yes, you tell your children, a promise is a promise, no matter who you are. So even though your eyes ache from lack of sleep and your alarm won’t go off for at least another hour, you force your feet to the ground. You walk blindly to your desk. You rummage through your things to find a pad of paper and a pen. And you scribble down every last thing. It’s going to be a hell-of-a day.
Your mind races
With early morning adrenaline.
With do … do … do …
Your day already drowning in a cauldron of cerebral madness.
A thought meteor hits
And you ask yourself
A single question.
What would soul do?
You climb back in bed and try it all over again ...
The air is heavy with darkness so you close your eyes to feel the mystery of the silence. There’s so much to feel, so much more than you usually notice. Your mind attempts to grab the reins, to decipher the reasons and the why’s and the have-to’s and the don’t-do’s, but before it succeeds you gently escort the clever devil to the basement and get back to where your heart begs you to be. Or is it your soul? You feel your fingers. They are plump and alive and gosh, they even seem to care. You let them twiddle at your side and pretty soon you are playing a symphony on your thigh. And as you play, your imagination explores the air. You pretend. You giggle. You remember the magic of wonder. The feeling of delight. The gift of Being. Alone. In silence. And a smile emerges from your belly right up to your face. It’s going to be a beautiful day.
* * *
In the quiet moments of your day, where do you dwell? When you are all alone, a witness to only yourself, is it your mind that holds the reins? Or do you dare to let your soul speak, to let your heart speak, to give your deeper Self a voice? For the quiet moments, they are the sacred. And those sacred moments mold you like a soft, damp lump of clay into what you decide you will be. Why wouldn’t you then, form yourSelf into a magnificent sculpture, reflecting all the beauty that you are within? Why wouldn’t you then, decide to be who you came to this earth to become? Why wouldn’t you then choose to live a life filled with soul? For soul is the only place where truly happy lives are formed. And being alone, in silence, is where it all begins.