"Slow down; you're moving too fast. Got to make the morning last." Remember those lyrics in a Simon and Garfunkel song? They came to me this morning as I was reading something inspiring in bed. Go ahead and lose control, the reading said. My entire body relaxed. I realized then that when I'm all up in my head and holding tightly to old messages, there's no room for the sacred to enter.
After a glorious, inspirational day on Sunday, I crashed on Monday and old messages surfaced bringing me to state of exhaustion. I slept and told myself I needed a "sick day" after so much effort expended. "Don't get so excited. You'll get sick," my mother used to say. Well, I had gotten "too excited" and darned if I wasn't sick the next day.
After being pretty much stuck there all day, I finally set some simple tasks for myself to accomplish--little things that I had been putting off and that were dragging at the edges of my consciousness. Never mind Sacred Economics or a quantum revolution of consciousness that I could be a part of. I was back to survival mode.
Doing that one task did help. It got me into my car and into a different space. In recovery rooms, they say, "move a muscle, change a thought." I moved a muscle and while my thoughts didn't exactly change, they were a little less overwhelming. This morning, I decided to read something inspirational before I even got out of bed. There it was. The message I needed to hear: "Don't hang on so tightly. It's OK not to be in control." Really? Whew!
I got up with more enthusiasm and as I was walking down the stairs, the words "slow down" came to mind. Immediately, I was in the moment, in my body, awake to possibilities within me. Immediately, I was aware of the sacred.
It's such a simple thing. Anyone can do it. It's hard to remember it sometimes is all. S.l.o.w. . . . D.o.w.n. That's all. Sweetly flows the sacred into the soul. Roxie
After a glorious, inspirational day on Sunday, I crashed on Monday and old messages surfaced bringing me to state of exhaustion. I slept and told myself I needed a "sick day" after so much effort expended. "Don't get so excited. You'll get sick," my mother used to say. Well, I had gotten "too excited" and darned if I wasn't sick the next day.
After being pretty much stuck there all day, I finally set some simple tasks for myself to accomplish--little things that I had been putting off and that were dragging at the edges of my consciousness. Never mind Sacred Economics or a quantum revolution of consciousness that I could be a part of. I was back to survival mode.
Doing that one task did help. It got me into my car and into a different space. In recovery rooms, they say, "move a muscle, change a thought." I moved a muscle and while my thoughts didn't exactly change, they were a little less overwhelming. This morning, I decided to read something inspirational before I even got out of bed. There it was. The message I needed to hear: "Don't hang on so tightly. It's OK not to be in control." Really? Whew!
I got up with more enthusiasm and as I was walking down the stairs, the words "slow down" came to mind. Immediately, I was in the moment, in my body, awake to possibilities within me. Immediately, I was aware of the sacred.
It's such a simple thing. Anyone can do it. It's hard to remember it sometimes is all. S.l.o.w. . . . D.o.w.n. That's all. Sweetly flows the sacred into the soul. Roxie
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