It happens silently. Dotage arrives one dark night and takes up residence upon your chest. It lies on you like a fat cat with no intentions of moving. Each breath then becomes more meaningful.
Just like everything else, how you choose to deal with this oppressive feline is entirely up to you. Option one, throw him off and continue to run in circles or, Option two, make yourself comfy and retire to a place of contemplation.
You could choose to feel his suffocating weight, the heaviness that constricts your every movement, or choose another perspective. Every thing, has two sides, even a fat cat.
Beyond the obvious heaviness, there is also a warmth that cloaks you. It gently holds you down as it softly whispers, there is no place to run to ー be here, now.
The trick is not to buckle from it's weight but, to surrender to the hushed murmur of it's wisdom. Stillness creates the space for the crone's sageness to slowing ooze into your being. It is in this quietude you discover that action is not always appropriate. Inaction is the key to open the treasure trove of insight.
There is no place to run to ー be here, now.
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