I walk to the grocery, enjoying our warm weather and the longer evening of light after the time shift on Sunday. While I walk, I calmly listen to the monkey mind. Such a hyper little thing, at times. I am struck by his (why male?) sheer exhaustion. For years and years, the poor thing hardly lets up on his break-neck go go go go go. Whew. Deep exhale.
There is space and quiet present; the sound of birds, the distant humm of cars, the breeze on skin coexist with the chattering guy in the background. Watching him in this way, I see and hear his exhaustion. The mother role sees his fruitless efforts and wants to soothe his modus operandi on down.
“Hey, think about this. Hey, look over here. Hey, judge this situation; judge this person; worry about this thing. We need to make a plan; we got to think everything through. Listen to me, emergency over here. The story of me is who I am…I am, I am, I am… Don’t shut me down, Nooooo!” Jumping around, all the while.
“There , there little monkey. No worries. There is nothing that needs to be done. I’m not going to shut you down; I’m just watching you from over here, with love.”
He reminds me of the sort of kid that goes full-tilt, the sort of kid I think will never go to sleep; he is so wired until so very late…and suddenly, I find him curled up and passed out under the dining room table; his face a reflection of utter peace.
Life as Improv 
The monkey sure is adorable when its sleeping! Quite harmless looking after all that mischief 🙂
Yes – you are right. Tiptoeing around to keep sleeping monkeys dreaming 🙂