Sophia "Suspended" Hoodie, etc...
If you love Sophia ("The Liberation of Sophia" book is on Amazon), here's "Suspended" on a hoodie!
This is the meditation I wrote to accompany this image.
At times I didn't know whether I was dead or alive.
I was suspended somewhere between them.
Suspended between death and life.
Somehow I knew I wasn't fully conscious. Yet.
Somehow I knew I wasn't fully unconscious. Anymore.
The problem with being suspended is that it is full of suspense. Day after day after day I lived in a kind of stupor. I felt like I could sleep forever. Exhausted! Fatigued. I knew the acute intensity of my journey was the main contributing factor. I knew I had to move on but I had no strength to do it. I wasn't dead. But I wasn't alive either.
It was my three days in the tomb.
What do you do in the in-between places?
What do you do between life and death?
What do you do… in a tomb?
Rest. Wait. Sleep.
I was no longer a captive. But I had not yet fully grown into my freedom. I didn't know how to do it. I didn't know how to do freedom.
But I knew it would come. I knew that this long, groggy period of suspension would eventually end.
I knew the stone would be rolled away. I knew the grave clothes would be unwrapped. I knew I would be fully alive. Finally!
But I had to rest.
I had to wait.
So I decided to grant myself the fatigue.
I made myself rest.
I made myself wait.
I was full of suspense.
But I knew I would be full of surprise.