Don’t go back to sleep—13th century poet Rumi
I love a nap. I love a good night’s sleep. So at first Rumi was imploring me to go against my instincts. But as I read more, I began to understand. Maybe I am sleeping through a life obsessed about money, but nothing to show for it but money in the end. Maybe I wake up having slept through my children’s lives, a marriage, or truly knowing my parents. How often do we wish we had stopped the car and seen a bed of flowers, a sunset, or a part of history. ( Suzy is laughing at me right now).
As Lent ends it is time to examine the trance we live. How do we measure our lives? Is our measure one of material success or are we as Gandhi suggests are we the “change we want to see in the world?”
There is always time to wake up and not go back to sleep.