ten days

I woke this morning from a dream of leaving to go to the next place and realizing I am barefoot and then can’t find my shoes.  This is a recurring dream for me, always some variation of being ‘on a journey’, and just as I start off again, realize I am barefoot.  I feel the weight of the message this morning, how my hearts desire to ‘play’ might be at a crossroads with shifting identity…

It is also the tenth and final day of my cleanse!!  All is well, and I am already reflecting back on what has been distinctive in this experience, how it has differed from the last time, as the physical responses I have had are very similar.  I am also wondering why ten days is the recommended minimum duration for this cleanse, why not nine days or eleven days?   The symbolism of the number ten is multi-faceted, inherent in the ten commandments, the ten Sefirot of the Kabalah, ten fingers and toes, the ten points of the Tetraktys (i.e.  how bowling pins are arranged).  Significantly, ten (10) expresses the properties of all the numbers and represents a synergy, a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

I find a quote in “A Beginner’s Guide to Constructing the Universe” this morning that resonates.  The author Michael Schneider offers that “The journey from parents of numbers one and two, through the world of their children, the seven numbers three through nine takes us along a path of primal archetypes and their expression in the manifest world of form.  But the step to ten is not so much a leap across a chasm as it is a recognition of the inherent unity and wholeness that have been present all along.”  I remember feeling the struggle of the first two days of this cleanse, and the importance of following the ritual for bridging across to a new rhythm and relationship to my hunger and nourishment.  But once on the other side the next seven days provided daily insights and even moments of humor, at just how attuned to the five senses I really am. I remember standing at the counter day four or five, noticing that the lemonade tasted different, and my mind racing through all the possibilities of how this could be so, appreciating how just four variables can produce such a variety of different combinations, and feeling the richness of simplicity inherent in the complexity in this moment, knowing I could never be bored again. I stand in the same place at the counter where I drink each glass of lemonade just moments after if is made, honoring the ritual of making each glass, actually noticing the character of each individual lemon before squeezing the juice, sometimes adding a little more or less of the maple syrup or cayenne, the sweetness of licking the syrup off the spoon, shaking it all up to a froth, anticipating the first delicious sip, then finishing it in one or two long drinks and feeling the ‘inherent unity and wholeness’ of the moment, and appreciating that it is always there.

And so finding myself barefoot now after ten days of this journey with the lemonade gives me pause.  I consider that as much as ’10’ represents a new beginning and a journey into the limitlessness I have had a glimpse of, I am still very much rooted in the prime numbers of my life, including the pleasure of gathering, creatively preparing, and eating wholesome food.  So in the end, I suppose this cleanse IS about my relationship to food after all!  And very much looking forward to easing my way back, and engaging with it again soon….

3 thoughts on “ten days

  1. I can’t comment on the meaning of ten, but I will tell you that the barefoot dream is one of my recurring ones, too!
    Though it did actually happen to me in real life — as a 16-yr-old who kicked off my shoes whenever I could, I tried to board a bus to come home from Boston and found that I’d forgotten my shoes at my friends’ house. The driver gave me a hard time, but ultimately let me on. So I found myself at the Springfield bus station barefoot at midnight. My mother just shook her head when she picked me up. Now the barefoot dream represents uncertainty or fear or vulnerability, but at the time I just wondered what the hell the driver’s problem was! Ah, youth!

    • love your story Valle, thanks for sharing!!
      gotta wonder too, if being barefoot represents vulnerability, then
      why is it we are forgetting our shoes?

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