What inspires you awake?
Tulum sunrise, Feb 2016.
What are you passionate about? What makes you feel so invigorated, excited, able to propel out of bed in the morning and bite into the day like it's a ripe honey crisp apple? Or inspires you so much that you stay up late with the shimmering moon, losing track of the long night, relishing in the peaceful solitude of the certain quiet that seems to exist only at 3 or 4am?
What makes your heart flutter open? Your brain turn on? Your curious mind want to run amuck and frolick? What excites your body into stretching its limbs out long, free to take up space and be blissfully unaware of anything other than the soft ground under your feet and the air whispering against your skin?
What ignites that soul fire that you know is still lit within? What makes the molecules of your being dance awake, shake free all of the old tales that fit like those high heels of your best friend's mom that you used to wear as a young girl- clunky, oversized, not your style, a role you were told you needed to grow into.
What gives your voice-buoyancy, your feet-lightness, your heart-depth, your mind-curiosity?
What makes the sides of your face ache from a smile you can't control? What stirs up the insides of your gut, that nervous excited feeling of sweet anticipation and adventure?
What is it dear, that makes your heart beat quicker at the mere thought or suggestion? What propels your travels, where your feet go next, where you go when you leave the four walls of your apartment?
No, seriously- I'm asking. What inspires you awake?
I don't know the answers to any of these questions. I feel like I must be floating, my gears jammed inbetween 2nd&3rd, the engine cranking, whirring in protest, resistant to any acceleration attempts by my foot forced to the ground, punching the pedal all the way down.
It's like waking up disoriented and as your eyes flutter open, dust and dirt clouding them, you find yourself flat on an old wood floor of a creaky old attic, ripe with mold and cobwebs, your body aching and your mind hazy. How did I get here? How do I clear out all of the dust and debris, to uncover the treasure lurking underneath?
Where do you begin, in the process of unbecoming?.
