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cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Each life is a language no one knows. With every heartbreak, discovery, and unexpected moment of joy, with every lift of music that touches us where we didn't think we could be touched, with every experience, another letter in our alphabet is decoded. Take a step; learn a word. Feel a feeling; decode a sign. Accept a truth; translate a piece of the mystery written in your heart.
Decoding a sign... Dreams.
I used to unerringly remember my dreams, but somewhere along the way I forgot how. Then last night, after several barely sleeping nights... not quite sleepless, but not quite far off, I had the strangest dream, about... peanut shaped T-light lamps, and wolves coming in and out of the trailer that suddenly had three doors on the same side, close together. It was night, obviously, and it was bedtime, and instead of being able to get to bed, we had to go and get something from the wood around the trailer - but every time we opened the door a wolf came in.
They weren't viscious, but they were intrusive. They were not wild and didn't bite, but we were afraid and kept shooing them out all the same.
And I have no idea what it's supposed to mean...or what I'm supposed to do with the image, the idea or the connection, but the more and more I've thought about it through the day, the more I've felt that it does carry some meaning... some importance.
The other thing - and maybe this is actually the answer to my wondering about what the dream itself means... I want to be able to remember my dreams again. I lost a part of myself when I forgot how... and maybe that's the mystery of all this.
Every person's condition is a solution in hieroglyphic to those inquiries they would put.
We act it as life, before we apprehend it as truth.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Each life is a language no one knows. With every heartbreak, discovery, and unexpected moment of joy, with every lift of music that touches us where we didn't think we could be touched, with every experience, another letter in our alphabet is decoded. Take a step; learn a word. Feel a feeling; decode a sign. Accept a truth; translate a piece of the mystery written in your heart.
Decoding a sign... Dreams.
I used to unerringly remember my dreams, but somewhere along the way I forgot how. Then last night, after several barely sleeping nights... not quite sleepless, but not quite far off, I had the strangest dream, about... peanut shaped T-light lamps, and wolves coming in and out of the trailer that suddenly had three doors on the same side, close together. It was night, obviously, and it was bedtime, and instead of being able to get to bed, we had to go and get something from the wood around the trailer - but every time we opened the door a wolf came in.
They weren't viscious, but they were intrusive. They were not wild and didn't bite, but we were afraid and kept shooing them out all the same.
And I have no idea what it's supposed to mean...or what I'm supposed to do with the image, the idea or the connection, but the more and more I've thought about it through the day, the more I've felt that it does carry some meaning... some importance.
The other thing - and maybe this is actually the answer to my wondering about what the dream itself means... I want to be able to remember my dreams again. I lost a part of myself when I forgot how... and maybe that's the mystery of all this.
