Reverence for Life?

Through the stillness that has been "forced" upon me by an aching head I have been graced with an opening through which I have found, quite unexpectedly...a spiritual awakening. Of one thing I am certain, it is only one of many that I will experience while inhabiting this physical body. As a result of my newfound inner consciousness I have found myself with an enhanced outer consciousness as well. Having always been one who appreciates the divine creations surrounding me, I have only recently realized that just using my 5 physical senses was so limiting. It is one thing to stop and smell a rose, gently stroke its soft petals and gaze upon its perfection. It is quite another when its fragrance permeates my soul and velvet petals caress my heart. Much more than an experience it is an immersion. I open my eyes and find my perception altered; before me now appears a reflection of my true essence. Our energy connected, I am speechless with awe. The crimson blossom and I are one. In that brief moment I have been changed. I would no more remove the bloom, taking it with me to selfishly enjoy its splendor. I now leave it where it grows and where it will die, upon its thorny perch. It is an integral part of me and has always been. The difference is in my awareness and I soon discover that carries with it an innate reverence for life.

Now that I am awake I can no longer pretend to be asleep. Then I must ask, "What else in life am I called upon to revere?" Could it be the thorns that pierced my fingers as I drew the rose close or perhaps the ant that just bit the back of my leg as it scrounged around for crumbs? I hear the answer that I already know. Yet, I still find it difficult to accept as I nurse the tiny wound left by the now deceased ant. I left the flower and I squashed the ant. I reacted to the pain it inflicted. Am I not as awake as I thought? Or, does therein lay the fallacy?

What Was I Thinking?

I'm thinking I'm suffering from BA...blog addiction. That's what happens when your mind is full of shit and it's going in so many random directions that you feel like you need to write yet another blog, even though you already have 2 up and that's only here on blogspot. I have others at...um...wait, give me a minute, I'll remember. I've heard of diarrhea of the mouth, but I seem to have constipation of the mind. Maybe I need to increase my fiber. Enough of the crap talk. It scares me that this is supposed to be an introspective introduction. I promise next time it won't stink!

Nessa