My daughters still do not wake themselves for school. I go in, as they sleep through their alarms, and gently, or sometimes not so gently, prod them back into consciousness. It won’t be long, probably, until they are off, and my flow will not include this morning ritual. This is one area I allow their self-sufficency to lag, and I just realized why I continue this childhood ritual when one might suggest they learn how to wake to an alarm. There is a moment – a pause between sleeping and waking – that I get to see. From the dreaming state to the identity of the burdened teenage student, there is a gap. The essence of their being seeps through before the suit of the ME is put on entirely. We meet eyes, but those eyes that see me in that state are different. There is a sweetness of confusion, of contentment, of dismantling and reassembling that I get to peek into.
Rising and Shining into this new day – I see I can hold on to the one who observes all the dreaming and waking, the one before I put mySELF back together. Thank you for the glimpses here, teenage girl pointers 🙂
Life as Improv 
I know this “gap” you write of. 🙂
from gap to crevasse to grand canyon of spaciousness 🙂
Such a beautiful post. Thank you. Immediately reminded me to drop into the infinite space of presence.
Once I had a dream that I took off my body (like a space suit) and hung it on a peg as I set off into the dream world.
In another dream I had the thought – I’m not getting that kind of space suit again. It’s too vulnerable. lol 🙂 – perhaps in my next life I’ll be a rhinoceros 🙂
So nice to hear of your beautiful dream images. These human space suits do seem a bit puny at times 🙂 Rhino – now that’s a fearsome suit! Taking the suit off and putting it back on again, while metaphorical, is also exactly it! Delighting in your sharing!
Thank you. Delighting in your posts 🙂
Wearing our fur PJ’s, we sleep dreaming on that interstate of consciousness. When we take an exit and wake-up, we slowly drift toward to the microphone that is our life broadcasting out to the world who and what we are. Interesting that there is a different self available to take to that same stage day to day… it is only a shifted thought about what is possible in front of our audience one exit awake away.
We paint these pictures in the daylight. Your precious girls have grown up tall, they grow up fast. It is a wild, wild life we can dream real now isn’t it?!
I had searched my memory banks for a song to connect this morning – and not a one came to me. Upon returning from class, the perfect extending metaphor from the seeingm’s lens – and the phrase – one exit awake away. hmmm – yes!
Beautiful my friend…wonderful mom insight masterfully expressed.
Thank you Dr. Mike! Is good to be in these moments in this role 🙂 Howl at a coyote for me !
Beautiful observations, Marga! Yes, that “gap” time is very precious for me and I always feel like it is sort of sacred and to not be trampled upon. Teenage daughters…what a challenge! cheers! tomas ☼
Their gaps help me see my own gap more clearly 🙂 Thank you for sharing with me on this! My feed from wordpress had taken you out (??) so I am enjoying getting caught up in the gap for me of your shares. 😉
Some other blogger friends told me the same thing…WP acting up 🙂 Glad you connected back up again 🙂
Learning to wake up, is learning to listen to self’s little calls.
Yes, so true, Bert. What a nice addition to the wake up layers you add – our own alarm clocks 🙂