Face to face
This morning when I woke up and opened my eyes, an achy me saw within a few inches of my face the softly breathing nose and gently moving whiskers of our wondrous feline teacher, Vajra.
Each part of that picture in itself is a precious gift. That I awoke = I am alive – and also that I had been sleeping (not a given these past many months). That I could open my eyes and see = the blessing of sight. Achy me = the discomfort I was feeling in my body. Breathing and movement = dearest Vajra too is alive, feeling safe enough to sleep very near to me.
Taking the time to notice what was simply in front of my nose (and his) = not interpreting, justifying, analysing, blaming or any of those many thoughts/feelings that can take us away from waking up to what is truly here. The good, the bad and the *** (you supply the description).
There is big-A Awakening: constantly seeing things as they are without judgement or fear and with compassion. There is the small-A awakening: micro glimpses now and then which gradually, cumulatively may allow the big A(wakening).
Linking the small to the big, the whole range from joy to grief to terror. Here we are.
With a bow
Maitripushpa
