There was a hush, a stilling blanket that cloaked my Self. And as it settled in around the curves of my soul, I blended into it; or did it blend into me? We rested there. We left behind us all the thoughts of the days that had come before: we felt peace.
I ran my hand over the ridges of my quieted mind. I caressed my Self, ever so gently. I put my arms around me and held me. I rocked my Self in this cradle of Being, and knew for a while only what it meant to Be. At that moment, even the room’s angles and colors seemed to fade from my vision. I knew only the Oneness of my Self with All.
And, I knew it was as it should Be. I knew for a moment the transcending awareness that is total, unconditional acceptance of Self, of everything that is: of simply Being. I felt no rights and no wrongs, and knew no shoulds or coulds. There exists no “perhaps” within the realm of Being. It simply is to Be.
And, at the moment in the Now, at that place in the Here, I simply sat there Being. And when I left that place, I felt renewed, refreshed and restored.
© Janet Mitchell, 2011