The time after my morning meditation and yoga is always a time in-between–the hour between the dog and the wolf–as my thoughts scramble to define the day.
I have learned the cacophony will settle–usually into oatmeal but not always–as I discovered a few years ago when I poured coffee into my oatmeal.
A new concoction–that one–and it did not go to waste but it was not a breakfast I need repeat. So far, that remains a fact.
So easily, intention goes awry without awareness, when the action of pouring swirls between oatmeal and coffee without distinction so that what was one or the other becomes another–the unintended.
Immediately, focus frames the unexpected–shape shifting–bringing me face-to-face with the change I have wrought, no matter how minor.
It is a jolt of opportunity to try the untried. Not all watershed moments are momentous. Sometimes, they are just about coffee and oatmeal in the hour between the dog and the wolf.
Give your real being
to shape your life.