Ashes to Ashes...

Last night I had a dream about an actual experience that happened to my friend's son, Josiah (9) last summer. We were all at  a Minnesota state park along with twelve other families. We stayed up late most nights and told stories over a big fire pit. The kids got up in the morning to run barefoot through the woods. When Josiah saw the soft gray charcoal, he walked through the pit. Just under the gray material were bright hot burning embers. Fortunately, he got out quickly and wasn't badly injured.

Aparigraha is a Yama that means non-hoarding, or letting go.

The dream made me think about how the gray matter is like all of the things that we hold on to, both material and emotional. The glowing embers are like the the internal fire both beautiful and strong. It so close (even though it doesn't seem to exist) and is able to be restarted with our breath.