Sunday Recharge

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I love Sundays because it is the day I recharge my life batteries, reflect on and have gratitude for the past week’s accomplishments and relationships and look forward to the week to come.

Every Sunday I  allow myself to sleep in late and spend copious amounts of time drinking coffee and seeking inspiration from favorite books and beneficial podcasts or videos.

I ran across this gem and am enjoying listening to it as I write –

I am so grateful for everything in my life. The positive changes I have made during the past month have had such a “compounding interest-like” effect on my daily experiences. Each day gaining positive momentum, beauty, strength and spiritual depth from the days that came before. Even my dreams at night have changed – for much of the past year, I did not remember my dreams at all. It was as if I went into some form of oblivion when I slept. It was really awful to wake-up each morning and have no memory of a dream. I think it was subtly wearing me down on several levels I was not, at the time, aware of.

I am no guru or expert on this stuff – but I think what happened to me was that I became so entrenched, so wrapped up in the coils of modern-day existence, so spiritually suffocated by the external world – the unrelenting media bombarding me with negativity day and night – that I became “soul blind.” I lost connection to my inner world, my relationship with the natural world. I was living in a spiritually unconscious state and I could not find my way back.

When I was very young, once I learned how to walk my Father would take me for little hikes in the Adirondack forests where we lived. (My Dad was the first bush pilot to fly in and out of the lakes of the Adirondacks and we lived on one of those lakes year-round. He was a self-described Naturalist and felt that God could be found in the forest – that the towering evergreens and pines were his cathedral.) My fondest memories of him are from this time before mental illness and alcoholism dominated his life.

He instructed me that if I ever found myself in the woods alone and realized I was lost – to not panic and begin running around looking for a way out. Instead, he told me to find a nice tree or large rock and just sit down. Just sit down, be calm and wait and someone would come to find me.

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I have not recalled this memory for decades – until just now – but it really applies here as a powerful metaphor.

When you are feeling completely lost – instead of panicking and making your situation so much worse – just sit down and wait. Someone will come to find you. Something will happen to show you the way.

This practice requires a certain trust in the Universe – and this is what I had lost over these past few years. I lost the ability to trust the unseen force of life that pulses through all the physical world and informs our dreams. I lost my way and was so busy focusing on my little macro vision of the world and all its little negative problems being fed to me through the media and the lens of duality and separation from life  – only seeing what was wrong, what was lacking, who were my enemies, who I was fighting – that I lost sight of what was real. I became soul blind. I needed to sit down.

And I did.

Thanks, Dad.

Until next time …