Precocious Liturgies

I'm going through my morning routine still at least half asleep, pondering what was I pondering? while preparing morning meds and showering my daughter, helping her dress, filling her snack pail for her long school bus ride, changing my son's overnight diaper, lotioning ashy skin, tying shoe laces, hers, mine, ours, feet walking onto the bus, hooking all four corners of her safety harness and walking back toward our house thinking I've been up for an hour and now I'm ready to begin my day. What was that first hour? Its quality of dream heading toward future investments in life as more full consciousness. Consciousness of a different dream? A different sense of identity? A different quality of life fullness in contrast to dreamy half-consciousness, on back to less than half, and then the alarm clock too quickly buzzing louder to interrupt whatever it was that had felt so ponderous pondering what I had been pondering before I drifted back into sleep. Self awareness, self and sometimes also other consciousness, has this liquid flowing quality of investment in life and disinvestment through dreaming, loss of self-embodied awareness. I wonder if life could feel richer if cash followed this same investment in conscious flow preference over disinvesting in interest paid for over-dreaming together in WinLose (0)Sum assuming societies, Eden economies of Paradise Lost, Bodhisattva Warriors tying each other's shoes as necessary co-investment and physically possible and ecologically optimal to get to that part of our conscious warrior day we can re-invest in deeper consciousness loving together, investing in our cooperatively-held healthy water, and nurturing air for the grandkids and the back yard chorus of birds and their grandkids to breathe, and fire for cooking and heating, but not hating, and retelling family and tribal recreation stories, Earth's continuing liturgical investments in self with other nutritional flowing consciousness.