Hello friends. If it were a normal day, I’d be singing to my yoga students right now, during their relaxation at the end of class. But, Pandemic. Therefore, no public yoga. So instead of teaching, I’m home distracting myself with NaPoWriMo and poetry and words. Today’s prompt is about dreams. I can totally do dreams. I have obsessed about dream recall, dream interpretation, and lucid dreaming for a great portion of my life. So here you go, a poem about something I saw in a dream.
Into the Blue
I had just strolled out of a conference room and found myself walking in the old city of Briançon. Instead of the scenery I was familiar with, there was only vast blue sky stretching out in all directions from the old city, an ocean of sky…no ground to be seen below the city, only this feeling of space. I realized suddenly that I was dreaming, and I could do anything I wanted. I wanted to fly. I stepped onto the parapet and leapt off, began swimming in the sky ocean like a mermaid in ocean water. My body undulated and I moved gracefully through the sky. I never knew such freedom, the exhilaration of open sky, open space, and the power to choose my direction. 🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦🌊💦
I had this dream in late 2003. I was experiencing tremendous angst in my relationship with a man 17 years my senior. We lived in an apartment in Briançon and I felt deep ties to the town, the mountains, the country of France, but there was so much unresolved pain in my relationship and I knew something had to shift.
At the time of the dream I was back in the USA visiting my parents for the holidays. I had performed a space clearing ritual in my room the night before and prayed for guidance from the dream realm. This dream felt like a great gift to me. I woke up realizing I needed to end the relationship. I need to leave Briançon in order to move toward my destiny. Realizing this, I felt a great sense of relief and expectancy about the good things to come in the future.
When the tethers of the predefined rendition of everyday, 3-D existence are momentarily loosened and my vision is freed, I can see that the ordinary everyday consciousness that we have leaves out more than it takes in.* And my prayer is: Reveal to me the truth that I may embody for the highest good of all beings. And I remember breathing is enough. So I breathe and my consciousness returns to the place I love to be, the reason I practice… the vast universe within.
I have this power to choose and I choose freedom. I choose to see how inextricably connected I am with All That Is and to communicate deeply with consciousness as it presents itself in the present moment. I choose to surrender into being to dissolve the illusion of confinement within me so that I can truly experience the ultimate freedom. I let go of my definition of this moment. What arrives is truth, reality, the freedom to be exactly who I am, accepting my humanity, in love with life the way it is…
I’ve come to discover that my art liberates me from stories about having to be perfect, or better educated, stories about having to be accepted and fear of ridicule and rejection. Upon contemplation I discovered I don’t need anyone to like my art; the point is to create, to allow what wants to emerge in me to be expressed with as much openness and grace as possible. It takes courage to push through creative blocks, but each time I do I get stronger. I’m excited to keep engaging the process of creativity with no goal or agenda— just the act of creativity is what my heart wants.
Hey, Inner Critic, it’s time we had a chat. You see, you can stop telling me I have to figure it all out, because no one has it all figured out. We’re all in a process of becoming. So stop it already with the pressure, and the anxiety, and the belief that I have to be more, do more, have more. When I’m free of you for just a moment, it’s actually quite pleasant. I can breathe and feel free in this moment, all I ever have.
Just letting this moment be enough and exploring the idea of contentment, realizing there are no missing pieces— finally, the freedom she had been seeking revealed itself eaily and naturally, as if it had always been there. Then she realized that it really HAD always been there. The moment she chose to pay more attention to her inner experience than to the judgments of others she recognized the sweet truth of it all.