A rested mind has no hurry
I’m a woman of urgency. I approach everything and person who comes my way by grabbing them into the mad dash that has been coloring my life for so long, I’m not sure how to let it go. So last night I took a Lorzepan and I slept like a baby.
I dreamt of babies too, lots of them.
A baby rushes to walk and falls repeatedly. Undaunted, it gets up and tries again. A baby rushes to fire unaware that flame burns tender skin. A baby rushes to the street where the action is with no fear that a car will come take its precious life away. They move with no fear until they learn to have fear.
Then a toddler starts saying things like, I don’t want to because that’s scary. I don’t want that because it hurts. I don’t love you because you said no.
Then a toddler grows to become an adult and carries those warnings close as if evil were lurking around every corner in any encounter.
While an adult tries to reach back to its baby state to find openness, and instead heeds caution.
I sat down with my doctor last night at this table and drank a glass of claret and talked about things to come. He said slowly, take it slowly, and you will see that this year will bring more than you expected. No need to rush. You will be surprised by how your resources grow.
So last night, in a deep sleep, I let down the guard and dreamed I was a human being but really a baby. Open with no fear.