It shouldn’t be that difficult. Most people open their eyes, pop out of bed and voila!- on with their day. For me, making the transition from Dreamtime to wakefulness is a sacred ritual. This can sometimes take up to an hour. Even when I was working full-time I always allowed some time for this.
I have a lot of “wild hamsters” that populate my head and if I don’t get them in line my day seems chaotic. First I brew a cup of tea, heat up my “hotties” for my tight back and then meditate for 12 minutes. Once my “spousal equivalent” feeds our two dogs, Bandit (Red Heeler) and Dougan (Golden Retriever) he lifts them up on the bed which is the favorite part of their morning as well. (Nothing like starting the day with four-legged love). Then he crawls back into bed to read the paper.
I spend a few minutes in my planner thinking about my goals for the day or week. On to my journal where I may write anything that’s been lurking in my mind, a poem, or a sketch for some art.
Notice I don’t start the day reading the news. I fail to see the point of starting the day feeling depressed. I can always listen to NPR as I go about my day to stay informed.
Then I am ready to transition from human being to more of a human doing with a foundation of centeredness that I carry with me throughout my day.
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Here we are, December 21, 2017, the shortest day of the year or the longest night depending on how you look at it. For centuries ancient peoples have celebrated this event. It is a time of reflection and hope. The light will be returning again. It is no accident that Roman Emperor Constantine in 336 AD chose Christ’s birth to be celebrated around this event. Before this date, there was no history of Christmas being celebrated, but there were festivals around the Winter Solstice. (For an interesting history of Christmas click here).
My long-time women friends and I had our annual gathering yesterday. We shared a meal, poetry, and stories together. As usual, it was lovely. Here is a poem I wrote for the event…
THE LONGEST NIGHT
The pages turned
one by one
and we’ve arrived at the end again
to the longest night, the chill of December
finding its way through our thick clothing
It is in these darkest days
we find each other
gathered in the warmth of our homes
sitting around cheery tables and sparkling trees
enjoying the warmth of the hearth
leaving what we cannot control to its fate.
Revel in the music
Enjoy the fruits of the kitchen
Marvel in the twinkle of the colored lights
For the flowers lay sleeping
beneath their earthen quilts
waiting to be tended
when the light finally returns
by Alanna Pass