12 WHAT’S GOOD
Here I am, I am Here
There is perhaps no greater visceral feeling of sovereignty than waking up in the middle of the night alone. Some of the most vulnerable and tender moments of my life have taken place walking barefoot across a floor in the darkness. When I am awake and it seems the whole world is asleep, the intimate sensation of my footpad making contact with the hard, cool ground beneath me. No one sees me, hears me, or is expecting me. The things I’m longing for, am worried about, or need to do are whispers rather than expectations. I am here I think. I know I am because I can feel it. It’s just me, the floor….and something else: a presence of Divinity, of spirit. I stop, plant my feet on the floor, close my eyes, and take a breath. I am here, and I am grateful.
