I don’t drink–alcohol that is–any more, but I get hangovers.  Emotional hangovers, food hangovers, long working week hangovers, sleep too much hangovers even.  It’s that sluggish drag-your-body-out-of-bed feeling that pushes against the love of life. 

Who designed this life anyway?  Whatsup with this slow, creaky, tired body stuff?  Like resistance to breathing, wearing away of the body, and probably eventually the loss of working parts completely.

They say you have to use it or lose it, but the hypnotic routine of life demands sitting at a desk till stiff, eating food that is bad fuel, sinking into the couch watching a TV screen with idiotic horrific and bland images.  All this that stupifies the body into a reluctant morning.

ok, lucky for me I can take a breath, pull in the reality of unreality and know that I am more than this.  No matter that already the TV is on in the other room, my pants are too tight (who keeps synching up the waistband!?!), and I’m trudging off into a cold morning–I can breathe in the truth of who I AM.

I am that I am, and the Divine that Am is the am I am.  So there Ms. Divine–you get to experience the slow body and I get to sink into the sweet Spirit.