You know, sometimes I get caught up in living in a four walled world where everything is safe and comfortable. All of my concerns are societal, and I allow myself to feel the stress of everyday life crush me under it's soulless heel.
And then I step outside...
All of that superfluous bull**** sloughs off the bone of basic necessity, and for a brief moment I can connect to that inner core within myself that wants for nothing more than a fire, a shelter, and enough food and drink to keep me happy. It's a nice reminder that all of our petty human concerns are just that - and in the grand scheme of things, they are just one ring in the tree of life.
I am an awful person in the morning.
It doesn't seem to matter a whole lot what I do, I wake up with that uggggh feeling, and it sticks. Though, occasionally I've wandered outside(if the kids aren't awake), and I don't feel so awful. Antisocial, but not terrible. Its something like what you speak of... an acknowledge of something deeper than the nonsense of chores and obligations... something real. And knowing I'm a part of it, and its a part of me.