Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Empty your pockets first.

May 25, 2016

Man, we carry a lot of junk around. I know that's a running theme over here, but I was reminded of it again last night. I dreamt of failing exams, unpaid debts, and pissing off old college boyfriends. I dreamt of being chased by a knife-wielding child (okay, that was creepy...), and woke sweating and wondering where I had gone so wrong. 


So, when these garden-variety anxieties creep into our sleeping brains, we know we're carrying around more than we can handle during waking hours. This shouldn't surprise me, but it does all the same. As in, 'aren't we done with this YET??' Man, I'm sick of layers. 


I really just want to run around naked here for a while, you know? Is that so much to ask?


And then I think, of course we're not done with this yet. Of course this stuff is coming up while you sleep--this is your detox, baby. This is your passive unburdening. Sweat it out. Let it come in the night so you don't have to hide in bathrooms during the day (I'm really good at hiding in bathrooms--luckily it's a skill I call on less and less these days...). But look at it, right? That's the key. Look at those dreams; don't just slough them off as ramblings of a sleeping mind. Turn them over. Feel their edges, where they're fragile, where they're weak. 


Then, toss them out. Say thank you and goodbye. Add them to the ever-growing compost heap that will fertilize this life you're cultivating. Because you're growing, honey-child. You are growing. 


Nothing grows without cycles of light and darkness. Remember that. Be grateful for that. Both are a gift and both are so very essential. 












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