Time out

Looking for insight? Read your waking life!

Just as you can interpret a dream, you can interpret your waking life. After all, it’s YOUR waking life: you’re the one creating it and responding to it, so it is a unique reflection of everything you are.

Your waking life is a perfect manifestation of your conscious and, more powerfully, your unconscious mind.

But just as it can be difficult to distance yourself enough from your own dreams to interpret them (you’re too close to your own issues), so it can be difficult to distance yourself enough from a troublesome waking life event to interpret it.

Yesterday afternoon provided a perfect example:

Michael and I are in transit this week, on the road with the absolute basics we require for everyday living and working. In theory it’s pretty easy for a dream analyst and a ghostwriter/photorestorer to work on the move. We just load laptops, pcs, monitors, scanners, podcasting equipment, and loads of other basic paraphernalia into two cars and off we go.

Like I said, easy.

Oh, and don’t forget the wireless mobile broadband thingy that connects us to the internet wherever we go. Without that, we’re stuffed.

So there we were, yesterday morning, internet streaming, three computers humming away happily.

Until we hit the wall.

“My brain’s falling over,” said Michael, getting up from his chair. I knew how he felt. We’d spent several days packing, organising, sorting, planning – all the while working full time – to get to this point, and our energies were flagging.

At that exact moment, our internet connection dropped to snail’s pace. It was on, off, on, fast, slow, intermittent, timing out, dead. In short, very frustrating!

Michael started to troubleshoot. I won’t bore you with the details, but he tested everything and finally decided that our provider, Optus, must have been experiencing problems.

We took time out. Went outside and sat on a garden bench in the beautiful, balmy, Brisbane late afternoon. Ate a sumptuous salad. Felt re-energised.

Michael was strangely quiet when we returned to our makeshift desks. And the internet was speeding along happily.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Um, rebooted the wireless mobile broadband thingy. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.”

Yes, it just needed a simple reboot, as did our tired brains which were timing out, failing to connect, just as our internet was timing out, failing to connect. Time out in the garden was enough to reboot our energy and to nudge Michael into realising that all he needed to do to fix our internet was reboot it.

“Looking back,” said Michael, “it began to fail when it fell off the shelf when I got up from the table.”

“You mean,” I laughed, “at the exact moment you said, ‘My brain’s falling over’?”

How powerfully we manifest this waking life. How perfectly it reflects our every thought.

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