Dawn is the perfect time to encounter past life memories we have stored from our critical thinking selves.
The world around me is in slumber and I am slowly becoming aware that I am in my bed. I always inquire "please show me something of my past that can teach me today."
As I waited for the quickly moving shapes to form I was seized by a thought. It repeated itself as the fractured colored shapes assembled into a table with all of my siblings seated. It was a birthday of a family member. The gifts were very sparse, no decorative festivity--just another day in my parents home.
However, over and over again I was aware that the gift was "family". It was relational.
I waited for more to come as usually that image will melt into another, but this remained. You have known wealth, it is not about the things to unwrap-- you have been given much.
I awoke and stayed silent in my room. I thought of this and how I have just bought roller-blades for my granddaughter's 9th birthday. I fretted over what to buy her, even the paper in which to wrap it. But now I feel myself grinning. She has a room of her own filled with things. I shared it with 4 sisters until the age of 18--and we had no bounty of "things". We had each other. And I need to share that insight--this is my gift.
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