At my desk today- my regular, old, work desk with two monitors & comfy amenities such as beloved coffee mug, water bottle with straw, trinkets received as gifts from journeys to far off lands, beloved pint glass from Talkeetna purchased the day I sprained my ankle (drunkenly) bouldering, sharpies & highlighters, crayons, pet rocks, spot for my phone, and a plant reminding me of life in the outside world- I had a moment. It was really, really quiet. I'm not even sure how I communicated it to myself. It is because of the experience of this mystery of awareness that I felt I needed to write.
We all have them, those moments of inspiration that come from what is typically a mundane situation. What makes us hear those moments? Are we having an awareness of oneness with the Universe? Is our particular version of "God" coming in and making the moment more special so we can really feel the information come through? Is there an angel swooping in to make sure we hear the moment of decisiveness? Is it just us, in our uniqueness, having a moment of personal reflection? I am not really sure.
It felt like a parting of the seas within me. I was working with all the normal thoughts and considerations of my day, when suddenly they parted to the sides. Information bubbled up from my stomach, or 2nd chakra if you're into the whole brevity thing (thanks Dude), and up along the spine into feelings of relief and awareness as well as pictures of my future. It included information of dreams I have been wanting to create. The message was, it was time to make some moves. Be bold. Be fearless. Be free. Yowzah! All while I am at my workday spot? Heck yes!
I sat there for a moment, loosened my grip on my keyboard, forgot about the demands of the moment, and allowed the feelings to consume me with their information.