Writings from a Bo-bo-head
June 14th, 2010 by Carol
When I wake up in the morning, I usually experience a state which, at our house, we call “Being Bo Bo”. It’s that stupid-looking, sweet-feeling state of being between dreams and wakefulness.
I enjoy this state. I’m in the tail end of it right now. It requires tea and time — not much else.
I like its un-demandingness, and I’ve harvested enough self-knowledge to know that I want to make space for this state to exist in me each day, and to allow it to fade naturally on its own before I begin any activity to which I need to apply focus.
So it is that if I have anything scheduled in the mornings, I usually try to get up at least two hours before that scheduled thing is happening.
I wander around the house, scratching my head and sitting on the side porch if the weather permits. I stare into space. I chase down any tag-ends of dreams that have managed to surface from the long night’s journey. Sometimes, I write.
This is a time when I’m open in some important way, and it’s often a time when I get what I call “downloads” — these are very dreamlike, and they are often not really in the form of words — I just have the sense that I’m receiving information at some level. This information is often not intellectual at all — in fact, my mind can barely grasp it.
I like that, too. My mind is a selfish brat sometimes — if it can’t hold onto some information under its own terms, its as if it doesn’t want any part of me to have it.
Currently, in terms of my month-long exploration, I’m experimenting with prolonging aspects of this bo-bo state into more and more of my activities — the show would be an example. There, I’m trying to just stay present and accounted for, and allow what wants to come out to come out. In Bo-Bo Time, I seem to do this quite easily.
That’s what I’m doing now, too. So there are my Monday Morning Bo-Bo Thoughts. I predict a fascinating week ahead.