3 O’Clock
My mind is amazingly powerful. I have discovered the magical ability to wake up every morning at exactly 3:00 a.m. Born out of anxiety, presently taking on a life of its own. I have tried many tactics to avoid this rude awakening, despite my body's adamant protest, it appears for now, here to stay. Realizing one can only toss and turn for so long before finally giving in to the inevitable middle of the night contemplation, I try not to fight it anymore. Making peace in the dark hours on the whereabouts of my journey's destination, I have learned to turn my thoughts towards mindful healing and meditative awareness.
Perhaps this is my Spirit's way of making sure it’s not neglected. Certainly my hours during the day are filled with a myriad of tasks, spreading myself a trifle thin has become a necessary habit I am trying to break. Having known this for awhile I am doing my utmost best to slow down and savor the beauty in my life,
while also getting the proper rest and nutrition to stay healthy.
As youthful and vibrant as I believe I am, burning the candles at both ends will eventually take its toll. My beloved Mama has been telling me to slow down since I was a wild teenager grasping on to every minute of adventure I could find. In Spanish the word is, “Vaga -” definition: restless and wandering. Surprisingly still an accurate description to my mode of operation many years later.
My intention to age gracefully is being called to task. Unless I make definite changes, one day my outer is not going to match my inner. I will be in for a rude awakening. Therefore I choose to embrace these unexpected hours before dawn, to meditate and reflect, grateful for this gift given generously by my infallible wisdom. Somewhere along the line I may learn the lesson needed and return to the
restful deep slumber of an unencumbered serene mind.
Until then I will enjoy these private moments
with myself and the nocturnal animals dancing on my roof.
In quiet contemplation.
May you Dream, Awake or Asleep,
In Beauty
~Raven
