The Happiness of Dreamtime
Snatch a pinch of dreamtime on a summer afternoon. Lock your cares in the closet, put your chores on the shelf, and just for awhile, let your mind drift, lazy and free.
Sink down into easy, all welcoming and warm. Let it slide around your shoulders and pour out your toes. Melt into the glow and the shimmer of your being. Feel the liquidity of you dancing through your veins. Feel the fire and air inside you, alive and coursing and real.
Feel the rhythm and the sounds of your breathing and your heart. Sense the miracles of chemistry at play in your cells. Wonder at the depth of your fingerprints, at the automatic flicker of your eyelids, at the sensitive vibration of the membranes in your ears, at the moisture that comes to wet your mouth.
Watch your mind machine spin thoughts, as light as cotton candy. Watch them float in and flow by, your feelings rising with them. Watch how you want to hold them and then choose to let them go. Wonder at the choosing and at what it is that makes the choice and let the wondering go, too, as the sun pours onto your skin and the sounds of the world drift by.
Pretend you’re a feather and float on the breeze. Hitch yourself to a cloud and sail it to the sea. Dance with the wind. Ride the sunbeams into the open mouths of flowers. There’s nowhere you can’t go, nothing you can’t be. Time and the cosmos are at your command, and all your wishes turn into stars to guide you, and always will.
Take an hour of summertime and let yourself dream. The world will wait; it understands. It has dreams of its own, not the least of which is you.
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