There are so many ways we perceive our space. For many, it may be a case of speeding through
with much alacrity to achieve the goals of others or perhaps themselves. Perhaps also there are those who’d saunter through their day with a dash of somnambulism in a drifting fog of sleepy dithering. It would appear both aren’t much aware of all that’s around them.
Who can truthfully say they are taking in the beauty and breadth of each waking moment? Who are aware of the vivacity of colour, the fragrance or odour of smell, the tingling energy subtly running through our bodies and energy sphere, the sounds of birds, cars, people, the sensory perception of merely holding a ceramic container with steaming liquid and the surreptitious dissolving of a tasty breakfast within our mouths?
I’ll be honest, I don’t as a rule, unless I compel myself to do so. There is nothing wrong with whatever course of action we choose to take. After all, who is anyone but you to take yourself on your own quest of awareness. To be in a state of blissful ignorance may be just what’s right for that individual and it is not for anyone to say pay attention. Indeed, a state of awakening may imbue those not ready to lapse into a torpor of inaction as dwelling on each thing that happens can display all the facets of what’s nice about us, but also what we don’t like.
Worse, we can start placing judgments upon ourselves. Is it wise to participate in such ventures of nihilism or can we strive more to find a state of that elusive trait of being in flow? Yet, perhaps a mere moments pause and a gentle nudge into the realm of connection might be a way of easing ourselves into a fine subtle flow.
Let me take you on an exploration into imagination as we think of a simple day coming into being.
You begin to feel your body stir. The night was a welcome long shift into the harbour of a well earned repose. You find the urge to open your eyes, despite the fact you are ensconced within the comfort of a downy quilt. You yawn, imbibing the scent of lavender. You take your attention to your diffuser, maybe tomorrow you will enjoy the succour of jasmine.
You straighten, look to your left, procure a glass of water. It’s touch cool despite the Arian heat building from the advance into the depths of Spring. You peel off your nightclothes, setting them down into an orderly pile, before attiring yourself in a sanguine shirt, a pair of rough but comfortable jeans and ease on a pair of cotton socks.
You glide into the kitchen, find the toaster and insert a piece of bread. The slice not quite as springy as you’d like and you tell yourself you will harken to the corner shop on your trek to employment. Your eyes alight on a jar of jam filled with the essence of strawberry. The toaster bursts into violent discharge. You set the burnt offering onto a slab of old wood embossed in the design of roses and poppies.
You take hold of a familiar cup, slightly chipped upon the rim and emblazoned with the words “Good Times.” You nod. Of late, you are grateful for all the blessings you have embraced, although you cannot help but frown of yesterday’s letter. You take hold of the fridge door and pull forth a carton of semi skimmed. The sound of pouring milk reminds you of rainy drizzle. You guide the kettle to the sink, inflate its inside with a dousing of water. The room is soon filled with the cacophony of a bubbling cauldron whilst you attend to the saturation of toast with jam.
As you can see, the above is rather verbose but shows what we can do. How many of would say, got up, got dressed, grabbed a cuppa and a bit of toast? Quite a few I dare say.
Yet, if we can instruct ourselves to be aware just a tad you wonder what other layers of awareness we can explore. In truth though, we find our own way, intrinsically unique to us. So, let’s do that, find the way right for you.