Introduction

This is a record of my spiritual awakening. Because of my long-standing habit to sleep through my alarms, or hit the sleep button, and because I can find 1035799 other points that exist between point A and B, this is no quick trip for me. Is awakening, enlightenment, really quick for anyone? All things have their time, and I am on divine time, which does not believe (thankfully for me) in alarm clocks.

Would you like to know my recipe for living presently? Me too! I have a lot cooking, and I am taking the notes and putting some of them here. I have hiccups, days where salt rains into my soups or the broth bubbles over or the kitchen catches fire. But I am always there the next day, stirring or watching or just breathing while the broth breathes, too, bubbles rising like laughter, frothing like deranged mouths. Which is to say, some days I feel deranged.

But here we go. Perhaps one of the biggest lessons I am learning is not to name everything, judge or calculate or think about everything so intensely and intently. It really is better for my jaws not to chew up these thoughts too much. Maybe the thought-chewing comes from my desire to be able to better digest them, but I am learning to take my hands off the reins, to trust that the water will boil when it is good and ready, I just have to show up and do my part, which is to pour water in the pot and turn on the heat. When I write here, I am showing up and doing my part, writing the words down and releasing them back into the universe, along with expectations, hopes, and attachment (I hope.) (Oops!)

The heat is on, the water is in, the words are here, and I am walking away.