21 September 2010

In the Morning, Before the Morning

Upon waking one of my kids this morning, I asked her, "What did you dream about last night?"  This question usually elicits an energy inducing response, as I watch her eyes widen in thought and reflection for something, anything, truthful or imagined to share.

"I dreamed about so many things," she began.  "I don't think I could describe it all."

I couldn't tell if she was shading a window into her inner world, which, with age, she was learning to keep to herself; or if she was bluffing, delaying for any extra time she could wrestle from the strong grip of morning light.  Either way, that look in the eye is like the horizon after a dark storm, when the light breaks through the clouds and an original, irreducible freshness emerges into the world.  It's life at the source:  new, pure. 

That today was the beginning of a new season could not have been more apparent.

Rabbi Nachman of Breslov taught that King David was able to compose the Book of Psalms only because he was very strong in meditation.  The main time that King David would meditate was at night, under his bedcovers.  Hidden from the sight of all others, he would pour out his heart before God.  He thus said, "Every night I meditate in tears upon my bed."  (Psalm 6.7)  Happy is the one who can follow this practice, since it is the highest of all.

Happiness after tears.  Clarity after dark storms.  

"I dreamed about so many things," she began.  "I don't think I could describe it all."

Like the Garden of Eden before Adam started naming the animals.

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