Wake Up!
By Meghan McChesney Gilroy
- Monday, June 23rd, 2008
This weekend we celebrated the Summer Solstice within our Dreaming Community. We traveled to Western Massachusetts to a beautiful retreat surrounded by trees, a river, birds, lightning bugs, lush green.
The Solstice marked a transition between the light and the dark. We gathered light, or energy, to illuminate the dark, or any belief within the program in our minds, any emotion, any sensation that is not in alignment with the Truth of Who We Are - energy, light, Life. Throughout the weekend, we talked about Awareness, the choice between love or fear, emotional purification and a transformational process to support that, and our role in the evolution of Humanity at this time.
My intent from the weekend was to take even greater responsibility in my life, to consciously choose what I am experiencing in each moment.
Monday morning, 5 am. My one year old, Bodhi, awakens ready to start the day. I am tired, praying he will go back to sleep. But no, he is now wailing. I stumble down the hall, feeling cranky. I am supposed to be able to sleep in after a Dreaming weekend. This isn’t how I want to start my day. As I lift him from his crib, I remind myself that I made a commitment to choosing love. I assume this reminder will make the crankiness go away.
We head downstairs for breakfast and I am aware that I still feel cranky and I still don’t want to feel cranky. I catch what I am doing and laugh at myself. The program in the mind is so subtle, so sly. I made the erroneous equation crankiness does not = love, which is my intent, therefore I should not be feeling this.
I shift my attention. I remind myself of the process I taught. Welcome the emotion. Breathe. Let it flow. I welcome the crankiness. I breathe. I let it flow. This is love. Allowing what I am in the moment, cranky. This is acceptance. The crankiness moves through me, flows.
I look around our home. There are piles and piles of stuff strewn about that haven’t been unpacked from the weekend (and trust me, with a one year old in tow that’s a lot of stuff). The dishes are teetering on top of one another in the sink from last night’s dinner. This morning I was supposed to unpack, clean up, prepare for the week but I decide to be gentle on myself and take a walk with Bodhi and Gorda, our dog, instead.
We run into DaDa (Jamie) at the local coffee shop. Bodhi learns that a “rose” (pronounced “wose”) is a kind of flower. We take the time to sniff one and the petals shower down onto Bodhi’s feet. We admire the boats (boats! boats!) in the fog-shrouded harbor. We push the stroller in circles until we are laughing and dizzy. We see two friends, three dogs, more flowers.
By the time we return home, I am not so tired. I am grateful that Life sent a message to awaken this morning (literally) - in the form of a crying baby. I appreciate my beautiful mind, and its good intentions for knowing how Life should be. And I am so pleased that I no longer believe what it says because, as always, Life had a much grander plan on this day, filled with light, for me.
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