I have learned that I needed to write out the dreams and place them in a physical space in order to better honor them, realise them, allow them some breathe and life.
I learned that I can trust letting them out, letting others read them when and if they want to, and that no one would take them away or giggle in my face or say it is all so silly. Instead they cherish them for me and with me.
I have learned that dreaming is lovely, but hard work, taking some extra time to cultivate and nurture does require a shift of attention inward and that sometimes leaves less energy for the outward. And then the flow shifts and Life demands a bit more attention and I now find I can trust in the fact that my dreams, small and delicate, are still finding enough sustenance to be maintained, to be there.
I have learned that just when one needs kindred spirits, when one feels lonely, it is the perfect time to be vulnerable and open and trust that they will come, your tribe will come, they will hear a call and then they will appear.
I have learned to listen, to look up, to dance a little more, to trust a little more, to make that call, write that note, speak that word, meet that eye, take that photo, and then breathe it in.
I have re-learned the art of dreaming. I am not done, not even totally proficient, but I feel well on my way.
And I have added Atlanta, GA and Melbourne onto the list of places that I will need to be someday.
Isn't it funny: one of my greatest fears was that someone would laugh in my face about my dreams. But it seems that the only person who was concerned that they were trivial, embarrassing, unworthy was ME.
ReplyDeleteYou have learnt so much, wise soul. It's no wonder such a powerful tribe gravitated to you. I feel privileged to be one of them. x