Hey, it’s late night here. I seem to like to write at night. It’s the magic time. The imagination and creativity flow because I’m tired. My mind is yawning and drifting away, and my inner life takes over the keyboards.
I’m reminded that I’m more spirit than flesh. I feel unlimited. I feel uninhibited by aches and pains. I see that the things I was chasing during the day are unimportant compared to the freedom I feel in my deeper place.
During the day there are so many messages of things I need to make myself better. Do this. Be that. Have this. Win that.
But right now I feel like I have it all. The mystery of life feels like it’s mine. I never lost it. Sometimes I feel this during the day too. For moments here and there. But the night is the faithful reminder.