It’s Monday again. The first day back to school, the first day of the week, a new beginning. Things start on a Monday but rarely end on one. We begin diets on a Monday, or bring into force new resolutions. It is a natural first base for so many aspects of our lives. To some it matters, the name of the day. To others with no limiting weekly agenda it is just another day. Just. Hmmmm. There is nothing ‘just’ about another day. To wake up at all is a bonus, for starters. To have the freedom to move inside that day, making choices and carrying out tasks of value is even better.
Waking early, my thoughts crowd in, as if they have been impatiently waiting to do so for a whole night. They clamour for positions, shouting at me until I have to shove them out of the bed. All those self-doubts and deep fears rise from their lurkings and stand full square and tall before me. If I give one of them so much as a nod, I am in trouble. So I don’t. I hum, like Pooh, to myself and I get up quick to wash and dress, lifting myself into the day consciously. If my conscious mind can quiet my unconscious long enough, then I can get downstairs and into the super juice before those doubts know I’m missing.
I know I am not alone in this. I know that we all meet ourselves as we awaken and that we all need to put effort into our alignment with the new day. We need to lift our own spirit until it is fully awake and can lift itself. But, that spirit needs our help.
Recently our sky reception went down. We thought it was a sky thing until the nice man came to show us the lead that had fallen out of the sky box. It took a week for him to come, and so we watched dvd’s instead each evening, good movies that told a story, and all at once, unlike tv dramas that drag on for weeks and, despite watching the ‘earlier’ shots to remind of us of the storyline, both of us have spent an hour wondering who is who and are we sure we saw the last instalment? And not just that, the dramas have become so gory and so menacing that neither of us want to see them any more. Give us Downton Abbey or Call the Midwife any day, or documentaries on something interesting and stimulating. All this obsession with cruelty and torture may well indicate a truth in our world but I don’t want to see it played out, however clever the storyline.
Those dramas affected my dreams. During the week of movies my dreams were delightful and encouraging, funny and uplifting. It thinked me about what I put in and the direct connection to what comes out. How could I not be influenced by visions of horror even if I know it’s acting, that the blood is from Heinz, that the people, children and animals are not in pain?
So, this Monday is a new start for me. No more ghastly dramas. The world is beautiful and overflowing with goodness. People are inherently good and doing their very best. I shall put that into my mind from now on. I know there is sadness and cruelty all around, but if I fill myself up with all that beauty then I will eventually end up with a fat happy Pooh-sized spirit, one that can actually do some active good for others, just by what I say, what I do, how I see life. The macabre fascination with evil is not for me, not if I want my own spirit nourished. I don’t want to know about an eye for an eye, or about a sick mind. Whether we like it or not, we are deeply affected by what our eyes and ears take in. If we watch evil, we might be forgiven for thinking that this is the way of the world. And in this, we would be completely wrong.
Our spirit is strong, yet fragile. We choose how to nourish it.