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Note: I will be Counting the Omer for a total of 49 days, from Passover to Shavuot or from Slavery to Freedom. For many, this is simply the Counting the Omer; for others, it is a tool for exploring the kabbalistic teachings in an organized way. For me, it is a time to actively reflect on my Journey Towards Wholeness. The more I am whole, the more free I will become.  [http://t.co/dBPYjDxSGj . . . .]

I was writing this during Day 3, but missed the window. . .

Photo Courtesy of Randall Miller: Western Minnesota

Photo Courtesy of Randall Miller:
Western Minnesota

“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”
Quote by Kurt Vonnegut

Darkness and twilight always bring reflection.

Over the last several years, I have often struggled with the late night hours when the world is asleep and during the morning twilight, an hour or two before the sun comes up until the sun lights up the sky. I struggle because sleep doesn’t come easy.  I struggle because my mind is full of thoughts, ideas, and sometimes sadness.  I struggle because my body needs to rest even if my mind is actively engaged.

While many have the ability to let sleep take over, I do not.  That doesn’t mean that I have given up on the idea, it means that I am looking for ways to re-frame the narrative.  I have decided to openly work on improving how I see the most challenging time.  My goal. is simply to improve the energy by bringing holiness to those moments. This quandary has been on my mind for the last several weeks, but in the last 24 hours, two friends have shared thoughts which are moving me forward.

This morning, I woke up to a facebook friend, Alden Solovy* who wrote:

“In the darkest hours, when I wake and cannot find slumber, I pray myself back to sleep. One-by-one I think of the people dearest to me. I send my heart to them and my prayers to G-d. My daughters. My mom. My sisters. All the people dearest to me. You get it, right? The prayers come from the deepest, purest, sweetest voice inside of me. . . .”

For me, I needed to alter my energy and Alden gave me a plan to do just that.  By helping me redirect my quiet time, I am feeling a bit more ready for how the wee hours will go. I would also add, that I will take that time to send healing energy to those I love and those that I know that are hurting in some way. I love creating sacred time by sending my prayers to God as I share my heart with those on my mind.

Carolyn Riker**, another friend and poet, reminded me to breathe in the morning hours as I value the clarity that is coming to me.

“Early morning thoughts are often the clearest. I rise with the sun and enjoy seeing between the clouds. Stillness doesn’t want to be disturbed and yet there is a longing to belong to the new day. A heart padded soul, pitter-patters and purrs. I sip awareness.”

Finding the gift that comes with the clarity is probably the most treasured gift I can give myself. I love the metaphor of “sipping awareness”. Being present is really about being witness to what is happening at any given moment. As someone who values the way that I do that in most every interaction, why not do that in the quiet of the night?

Tonight as I go to sleep and as I arise in the morning, I will breathe in the sweet moments and treasure the life that is.

With love, light, and blessings,
Chava

*Alden Solovy’s wisdom can be found in his writing and teaching; his passion can be felt in all that he does. As a poet and liturgist, his work has been used by people of all faiths throughout the world, in private prayer and public ceremonies. Please check him out at http://tobendlight.com/.

**Carolyn Riker’s eloquent and touching poetry has a way of impacting me deeply.  She can be found at https://carolynra7.wordpress.com/. Read her words and let me know if you find her writing as beautiful as I do.

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Morning has always been a gift to me, but over the last decade or more, I sometimes find myself waking up with a deep and momentary sadness.  The good news is that it rarely lasts for long.    Almost as soon as the sun comes up, my spirit improves.  My guess is that it goes back to the years of navigating serious illness within my family; waking up in darkness meant that you were truly alone in this world with only your fears as a visitor.

As someone who often wakes up about an hour or more before the sun rises, this is my struggle; this is my challenge.

Today there is good news, now I have Maddie (my dog); she seems to know her place in my world.  On my darkest mornings, she knows exactly what to do.  She lays across my lap or my feet and she reminds me that I am loved.  She creates a cocoon sensation that allows me to ease into the light that I so adore.

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Once the sun rises, she knows her role as a hungry dog; she tells me that it is is time to put melancholy mood to rest; it’s chow time followed by a walk.

May we all be blessed to have a special creature or two in our lives.

 

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Congested

seeking inner strength

so many mountains to climb

ridges to navigate

dreams to follow

 

with each breath

i pray for the power to grow

where will I find the answers?

to climb out of the valley

 

is it possible?

 

i am grappling with so many issues

such sadness is being absorbed in my soul

yet i know all this pain is momentary

 

navigating life. . .

some nights it feels like a sheer impossibility

morning comes and the sun warms my frozen spirit

ultimately, I am happy to be alive . . .

 

surrounded by the mountains

I feel the warm cocoon

the blanket of beauty comforts my soul

and nurtures my spirit

 

with each breath,

i have to believe in the power of my heart and soul

to heal and to soar

 

navigating life. . .

that is what I do!

 

As a young child, my favorite movie in the world was The Sound of Music.  The words to Climb Every Mountain propelled me to new heights.  I believed that with song and dance I could actually climb every mountain. I could soar to new heights and reach for any of my many dreams.

In reality, the fantasy probably helped me become the person I am today. Hope is an amazing gift.  As an adult we often lose the concept of hope and just move through life. . .blindly doing what we have to do in order to get through each of life’s events.

When you have hope, life is truly a possibility, an endeavor worth taking.

 

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I love the rhythm of my body.

Each morning, I naturally wake up an hour or two before the sun.  My body eases into the day without distraction and  without struggle.  No one has expectations of me and the dog isn’t ready for her morning walk or attention.  Life is good.

In the morning, I can write, chant, drum; I can be lazy, look out the window, or go back into a light slumber.  I can listen to the animals, the birds, or the wind.  The energy of honoring my body is probably one of the reasons I can walk around with a smile on my face even when I face challenges.  Morning allows me the time to collect my thoughts, find balance, and gently move into the day.

The rhythm of the earth has always been nurturing for me.  I love my quiet time; I love my space.  As much as I love my family and connecting with people, I also love the silence and walking gently.  The cocoon of darkness yields a beautiful light propels me into the day and into the world with others.  Taking that trek slowly is the gift I give myself.

Boker Tov my friends; Boker Or Kulam

Good Morning; (AH) Morning Light Everyone!

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