Detachment

You know that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night and you don't know where you are or sometimes even who you are? The feeling is unsettling, every moment seems like an eternity and you can't breath until you figure it out. Then there is the wave of relief that crashes over you when life seems to snap back into focus. "Oh yes, this is me, my beliefs, my circumstances, my room, my bed, my walls". OK, I can go back to sleep now. This happened to me last night. Yet, I found a certain clarity in those moments of not knowing who I was. It reminded me of the feeling of creating something, being lost in a beautiful landscape or staring into my lovers eyes. It reminded me that I was more than what I kept thinking I was and I will always be more. It was a momentary reminder that there is life beyond the walls of my mind, an overwhelmingly vast and intricate living, breathing, beautiful expanse of playful synchronicity. It is so easy to get caught up in our lives, we cling so tightly to our circumstances and become so attached that this place of not knowing is overlooked and even feared when this place is, in fact, where we really are all day long. The beauty inside of the unknown is often neglected. It is simply human to cling to what we know. We are swimming in this majestic sea of possibility but are drowning in our attachments, the story, the emotion. If we can just drop the story for a minute we might actually see the irresistible glimmer of the novel moments. We may actually become enchanted with these moments of having no clue who we are because maybe, just maybe, these moments are glimpses into becoming something more than we thought we could ever be.