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Clarity

11/7/2020

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I pray for clarity.  Daily, I pray for peace.  I pray for forgiveness and understanding.  I pray for you.  I pray for me.  I pray for our future.  I pray for our past.  But today, I pray mostly for sweet clarity.  

The lightness that comes after experiencing sadness and disillusion, is a welcome gift.  The colors of the world seem to pop, I can smell bacon cooking a block away, I can hear an owl from the schoolyard at dawn.  They were always there, but my clouded perception blocked my senses.  It's like I was in a Star Trek episode where they put a forcefield around me... to only experience what was about 5 inches from my face.  The funny thing is though, you learn to adapt to the routine of the forcefield.  The forcefield can be a myriad of things. Spiritual, physical, emotional... you know, life stuff.   Then one day you wake up and find that someone left the mystical key close to where you can stick your hand through the mystical bars and the mystical guard is asleep like in an old western movie and the mystical dog is right there with you, because he knows what it's like to want to fly and then you slowly creep your too- big- hand- for- the- bars to the tiny key and you barely can touch it and then you accidentally knock it away and then the dog mystically feels that he must move it with his nose closer to you, because your freedom is his freedom and then you are sweating because you know this is your one and only mystical chance to escape with your new friend the dog and then you start to feel that it's your responsibility to free the both of you and then you start to smell the bacon down the street... that the dog has been smelling since it came out the package and then you find yourself feeling that key on your fingertips, to the middle part of the digits to the top part of the palm to the opposing thumb that the dog wishes he had to a full grasp.  You then take the key swing your hand through the too small bars wrap your hand around the lock and then the guard stirs.  He is a bumbly kind of fellow that is really not fit for guarding, nonetheless, he is mystically in charge.  You continue to try and unlock the mystical lock and after a couple of solid turns, it works.  Now a more spiritually trained writer would most likely say that after all of that effort and self imposed constraints, ultimately there is No Lock.. but I am not that evolved, yet.   So the lock comes off, the guard wakes up just as you are making your escape, the dog leads you to the door, you open the door and the light, the bacon and the owl are all there... waiting to welcome you with open arms.   

Then, for a moment, you experience it.  The deep breath, the wider view, the cool touch of the breeze.  You feel... well... Alive.   Ah! To hold on to that feeling!!  To just hold. on. to. that. feeling.  

Wishing you mystical moments of clarity today, Nov 8 2020. 




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