Where there once was cacophony, there now is an eerie silence.
It's the sound of a tree falling in a forest when there's no one around, or the sound of one hand clapping.
I noticed it the other day while reading someone else's description of what it feels like waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I expected to feel some empathic response and have my body shift to take on that emotion, since I've lived that way for most of my life.
But it didn't.
I scoured the limits of my known universe, and I couldn't locate that nebulous nagging worry.
Holy crap.
What is up with that?!
I knew that my days lately have been filled with mostly sunshine and lollipops, but I hadn't noticed the demise of this particular trickster until now.
Among all of the baby step triumphs that one can accumulate on their way along The Path, this lose-the-shoe success is among the most satisfying self-restraints to shed that I've come across, so far.
That vague dread that follows you like a little black cloud all day long, its debilitation factor is ridiculously high. And with it missing in action, the flow of vitality that's unleashed is off the charts.
I don't know when my little cloud dissipated, and it really doesn't matter.
What matters is that I burn the sensation of its absence on my body-mind-spirit meld so that if it attempts to storm the gates again, its imprint won't be recognized at the hologram password-guarded entryway to my soul.
I also need to take a moment and acknowledge the gift of its presence, even if the gift didn't register as such until the contrast of its absence made it so.
Because now that the shoe is more securely on the other foot and there's little to no chance of it dropping, I can feel gratitude for what was, since it got me to where I am, right now.
Like they say, if the shoe fits, wear it.
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