Have you ever noticed that if you give your subconscious mind a job to work on before you fall asleep, that it will work on the problem during the night ? For instance , when you have to get up at a certain time, and you set your alarm, you usually wake up before the alarm goes off. This is your subconscious mind at work. It never sleeps, has no need to. However, that being said, it does have SOME requirements. Number one is that you acknowledge it and it's inherent wisdom. It is one of those things that goes by the adage 'use it or lose it'. Then again, some people never lose it, they just don't bother paying any attention to it. I have often been guilty of this myself.
Consulting your subconscious mind when you are in a new place and asking it to come out and give an opinion, can lead to your deepest thoughts and feelings being revealed. This can also apply to meeting new people. Your subconscious mind has access to places within a new person that your conscious mind has not the merest inkling of.
Trusting the message that your subconscious mind gives can save you a lot of grief.
This morning I awoke before my alarm went off. Showered, dressed, quick coffee and I was off driving the long stretch of shimmering asphalt through rocky terrain of beaver dams and small lakes.
I arrived at my destination an hour early so headed into the nearest town to seek out the public beach and daydream. I have always marveled how each little town in Ontario has it's own little sandy beach and lakeside park. Usually there is a restaurant nearby overlooking the long view of the lake. The names of these restaurants are always synonymous with comfort, home, warmth, peace… The Sunset Patio, The Kozy Grill, Dockside Bar and Grill , The Dew Drop Inn.
As I gazed across the slate grey surface of the lake, I felt a sense of hardship; of people who had come together and made a go of it not because of the initial beauty of the place, but because there was nowhere else to go. This place, this place carved out of glacial ridges and granite outcrops, was enough. They could make a home here and be left alone. Left alone because the beauty of this place was not a beauty that would attract tanned summer visitors by the scores and worldly city people who wished to set up summer shops and tea rooms. No. The beauty of this place lay just below the surface and had to be found. All that was known about this place was that once you had spent some nights and days here, it lodged itself in your soul. You wanted to come back. Not only wanted, you HAD to come back. And once you did, you stayed. This place provided a skein of fine thread that completed the fabric of moments that comprised the tapestry of the time you had been given here. This place was enough.
