So my maestros, as Carla says, or Mary - wait, maybe my recently deceased friend, Mary is now one of my maestros! - woke me at 5:15 the other morning by pinching my ankle, and today I paid attention to the message and woke at 5:15. Not that I exactly got out of bed (oh toasty bed!) at tal hora. Still, it’s still dark and starry out and here I am, once again at the task of figuring out what I must wake up from. Or to.
One, I’m literally awake and I think this is half the battle. I paid attention. I got out of bed. I’ve been thinking of getting up earlier to write for days, and here I am finally doing it. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, great masters? I’ve been taking the steps that allow me to get up earlier too. Last night, during A Charlie Brown Christmas, I whimpered and put my feet in my husband’s lap, and he gave me reflexology which knocked me into a deep sleep before 8 pm.
My other creeping thought is that I should be meditating. My husband turned off the Christmas lights around the chimney and is meditating in the dark to my left wrapped in the afghan my grandmother knitted about 50 years ago, like he does every morning. But whoa, writing and meditating? I’ve giving myself a big round of applause for sticking to this page and not jumping over to see what 500 of my friends have been posting about during the night. (I just looked – winter flu, tree decorating, college admission.)
Next to me I have The Complete Idiot’s Guide Dream Dictionary. Last night I looked up Tiger for Carlos. He had a dream of some tigers running around his mother’s neighborhood. He didn’t want them to be caught. Tigers: Power, Nonconformity, and standing out from the crowd. Sounds like the opposite of Carlos, although he is an insidious leader – quiet around gringos, but the acerbic joker, the one who makes his buddies laugh. Yet, twist the glass a bit and we see Carlos the artist. If you see a tiger in your dream, you can make a strong impression right now or strike out on your own and do just fine. Carlos is doing some powerful paintings these days, and talking about taking them to a gallery which once displayed his earlier art. Then he hesitates. Grab that Tiger power and go, Big Guy!
Suddenly I am remembering a dream I had frequently as a grade school kid. I was in a car but there was no driver. Driving: Driving symbolizes the direction you are going. Are you in control? Are you lost? Pay attention to how you drive and where you are going for clues about the path you are currently taking in your life. I was ten, eleven, twelve, when I dreamed about having no driver. I was worried about my direction in life then? When are these Maestros going to give me some flippin' answers, I ask you.
It’s clear outside now and my Tae Kwon Do class calls. And the big questions remain: What if I am supposed to be waking up to Enlightment? What is Enlightment? Does Facebook or Charlie Brown bring me closer to Enlightment? And also, when will I get my Christmas shopping done?