Born on a Thursday #10

I love to sleep. I love coming out of sleep slowly, and I love to write the minute I wake up.

For years, I had the practice of writing my dreams in the morning as soon as I awoke. I fell out of the habit over the last few years. I decided to begin practicing again this week.

This week I feel more alive, relaxed, and present than I have in a long time.

Yesterday, with the New Moon in Aries, I dreamed these words upon waking: I can wake however I wish. 

Some of the ways in which I wish to wake:

I wish to wake peacefully, gently.
I wish to wake smiling.
I wish to wake softly.
I wish to wake when I am ready to wake.
I wish to wake taking my time.
I wish to wake laughing.
I wish to wake wisely.
I wish to wake refreshed.
I wish to wake without pain.
I wish to wake knowing that my unconsciousness was not a waste of time.
I wish to wake without feeling ashamed, angry, or frustrated.
I wish to wake looking forward to the day.
I wish to wake in a different cliche: near an open window with white linen curtain—outside soft blue sky meets turquoise ocean.
I wish to wake to the smell of clean moisture.
I wish to wake outside on my balcony after spending the night moon bathing. (I wish I had a balcony to wake on).
I wish to wake before dawn while the stars are still out.
I wish to wake lazily at noon after a long journey.
I wish to wake (if I ever wake there again) in the Amazon jungle with my mosquito netting intact.
I wish to wake to the bell for satsung.
I wish to wake full of ideas and the will and resources to execute them.
I wish to wake feeling unconditional love.
I wish to wake calm and prepared.
I wish to wake with enthusiasm.
I wish to wake remembering my dreams.
I wish to wake with gratitude.
I wish to wake.
I wish to wake.
I wish to wake.

How do you wish to wake?

Thanks for reading.

Peace,

Holly