Yesterday I won the Lotto.
No, I didn’t. But I could have…
My child died in a freak accident. He lays there unmoving and still.
No, my child is fine. He’s running around with the stick that adjusts our blinds and in his best He-Man voice, he is screaming, “I have the POWER!”
I lost my job. Then I found a job.
I felt bliss and in touch with the very fabric of Oneness. Then I felt my stomach clenching in intense loneliness and despair.
It doesn’t take a day for me to imagine the worst and best. It doesn’t even take a second to contemplate life alone on a cold street corner… or surrounded by family. A day has power. But my thoughts can sucker punch me like nobody’s business.
This next week, Thanksgiving week, will be a time for spiritual contemplation. I have the whole week off from work due to some vacation days and the holiday. Because my son is in preschool, two of those days will be mine (all mine!) to find out what I have been avoiding in myself and how to come to a deeper level of inner peace.
Can you feel the quickening? The cosmic urge toward self-reflection?
(Thanks to Sunday Scribblings for this writing prompt.)
(Photo by Christian Hernández)