In my latest dream I am separated from my family and left behind at an airport. I am determined not to feel afraid, and return quickly to the place we were staying at, only to become dismayed upon arriving, to realize that I made no arrangements to catch a later flight, that I made no efforts to contact my family or have a message conveyed to them. I realize I acted too quickly, without giving myself space for reflection in the moment.
My dreams are frequently my teachers. And as my day evolves, I find many moments in which I notice that I am reacting, not reflecting and responding. I remember many opportunities in the past few days in which I did the same. My inner dialogue runs its familiar tapes and it is so easy, reflexive, to follow the old scripts along.
But I could stop a moment and look around me. I could remind myself that, if I am here, there must be fruit that I can harvest here.
I could pause to be present to myself, here, now, even if I am not where I was aiming to be, even if I don’t feel the way I thought I would.
I could allow myself to open, allow myself to peel back the layers, and allow my Self to emerge.
I could choose to be present to my Self.