Awakening

I find it hard to settle on one particular metaphor to describe the process of awakening I have undergone since January, and continue to undergo as I transition (I think!) to a purposeful life. Even "awakening" is of course a metaphor -- an accurate but vague one, with many more colourful cousins. In the early days and weeks, when the fog had first lifted, I likened the feeling to rapture, and somewhat cheekily and rather crudely explained that it felt like I had unknowingly been walking around most of my life with my head up my ass. Such a posture would of course cultivate a sort of ignorance which would be invisible to the subject, until such time as he, as did I, manages to remove his head from the comforts of its prison and lifts it up to survey the view above the grass and take in the new, wider context. In some ways it is not so much a graduation from a pointless to a purposeful life, as it is an expansion of horizons, and of capacity, allowing a starved purpose finally to grow. In other words, ignorant life was not purposeless, it was simply governed by a purpose whose scope was in fact well-suited to the restricted perspective.

And peeking above the grass is really just the first glimpse of the bigger world out there. Even from way down here I can see that there are a whole series of higher perches with even broader perspectives up there from which to view the world around me. The sky's the limit!