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Slipping Off the Bed: Get Out of Your Comfort Zone!
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Author: Sage Runepaw
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I'm looking out my window and there's no air conditioner in it, having been taken down as of half an hour ago. I admire the amount of light in my room again, and gaze out at the big tall maple across the street, the quiet setting, my butterscotch-gold car sitting next to the walkway and blending in with the golden oak leaves over the carpet of dry olive-green grass that's sticking its scraggly self out, and enjoying the airy, autumnal energy. I've been practicing at attuning to the Four Winds, and I've been enjoying the energy that the not-Mabon-anymore, not-yet-Samhain time brings. I always like the "in between" spaces- they fascinate me. Anywho...
My across-the-street neighbor's son comes out from the driveway and comes with a ball. He kicks the ball. It goes away, rolls up his incline driveway, and rolls back to him. This got me thinking, as I'm watching him pick it up, kick at it, go after it to retrieve it in the ubercute manner tiny toddlers do this in.
We kick things we want to 'go somewhere', but they come back, or we retrieve them. Do we ever really let them go? Do we keep them solely because they are "ours"? Do they bring anything back with them that wasn't originally there... just adding on and 'snowballing' back at us? This is much like the way of the universe, isn't it? - Seeing our intent go "out there", sending it out, then later on, it comes back to us in the form of karma, be it good, bad, or whatever shade of grey in between. I'm not even going into spellcraft here- I'm sure that if you take a couple minutes to think about it, you'll find a proverbial or metaphorical 'ball' in your life somewhere.
For all intents and purposes, I got up this morning, got breakfast and plopped my butt down back in bed to enjoy it and to journal down some things I've been discovering through my 303 studies and recent dreamwork. So I sit there, turn on my beloved new Zune (I'm not one for new technological toys unless my current, older ones which did the job broke- about 5 discmen and 2 boomboxes breaking and I'm ready!) , and start writing.
My vision suddenly becoming lower and lower to the aqua bedsheets should have warned me, but as I'd been snapped out of my own personal world- that of The Word Being Written As I Think It and the Mystery of Ink Capturing It in Time, coupled with the Beauty of Ink Manifesting on Paper- I felt my butt slide, though I wore long jeans and a t-shirt.
Now normally butt-sliding is usually designated for the loose toilet seat in the bathroom that Mom and I have been too lazy to fix (which usually results on saying hello to the cold ceramic floor or the cold porcelain, whichever comes first, and at the risk of giving TMI for the readers of this article) , but this time it was a fabric, soft, warmer butt-slide thing going on. And in the meantime I'm too stunned to react (as well as being a zombie because come on, I got up at 9:00 am on a week-day after a late night of work, and caffeine doesn't work on me) - and so the next thing I see is me sitting on the floor staring at my heap of Stuff (capitalized due to the nature of the random objects in question never quite leaving the floor, getting relocated every time I clean) next to the bed.
So I'm sitting here a little longer than others might normally do, or the "Durrrrh?" moment, which consisted of many more long moments. And I'm staring, wondering why on earth I'm on the floor. And it occurs to me, again belatedly, that my perspective is not of the journal page I was writing in. My train of thought was entirely derailed (and rightly so) when I fell on my butt.
Then the proverbial lightning bolt struck- and it occurred to me that "This is not the perspective you're used to". Of course not, on a mundane level- it's been years since I fell on my butt on the floor from the bed, even though I sit in the same exact spot on the floor when I'm drawing. On a spiritual level- and a synchronicity in my life, as I'd just been journaling about perspective itself and new realizations in my life- falling on my butt reminded me of three important things.
1) It reinforced that (this is my own personal truth talking) perspective can be everything, and all we have to do is quit the mental yammering inside our heads, or the "us" factor, or stopping our emotions and/or thoughts cold-turkey, open our eyes, and really -see-. Sometimes, detachment is better than letting something ride itself out to the end with a healthy outlet, or refusing point-blank to deal with something (remember that ball? it'll come back with crap all over it for you to wipe off!) , or worse, twisting it- among many other things people can do.
2) It doesn't matter if you've fallen off your proverbial comfort zone- you can always choose to get right back up. How long it takes you or the manner in which you get back up, however, is up to you. It's also up to you whether or not you want to go back to the comfortable position you were in before- but whether or not you can actually attain that (and whether or not you're actually comfortable if you do attain said comfy position) is up to the Gods of Comfortable Positions.
3) No matter how well you think you made that bed, you can and probably will fall out of it from the sheets suddenly gaining a mind of their own and ejecting you forcibly from them.
So what do we -do- with that proverbial ball? No matter which angle we view it from, we'll still have a ball. It is what it is. Its purpose is open for interpretation, but it's that interpretation that will affect how we interact with it. And like the sphere that it is, it'll roll into our lives some way or other.
For me, it rolled into my life by my decision to break with a slow-morning tradition of getting back in bed and parking my butt on the desk chair to look out the window and admire the autumn weather. If I tried to go back to my comfort zone, I'd have missed out.
And no matter how I look at it, something that's round and rolls in any direction is pretty freaking cool. :)
What's the ball like in your life? How are you interacting with it?
Blessed be, and beware of butt-sliding!
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