I have these days resisting getting up.  Turning off the alarm and then oversleeping.  Rushing around in a tizzy.  Don’t wanna get up.  Don’t wanna go to work.  Should I drive or bus?  What shall I wear?  It seems like such a silly stupid struggle this human crap.

I mean, it really doesn’t matter and I make a big deal out of it.  Pushing the river.  Struggling instead of going with the flow.

That’s why I need these tiny moments each morning to remember who I really am.  I am a Divine emanation.  I am a shaft of light from the big Bang of love stuff that started it all off on this lovely blue-green planet.  I am music from the Master’s Hands.  I am a flute through which She plays the lilting song that mesmerizes the galaxies to dance.  Leaning on Her soft shoulder, I melt into a slow rhythm remembering who I AM.