dreams
It was one of those dreams that happen in the morning after I’ve been awake and then have fallen back to sleep. Often these dreams startle me awake. This dream did just that.
The dream included my parents and my young adult son who died due to alcoholism along with other family members who are alive. There was much light-hearted bantering and movement in different places mostly involving my son and his sister. It felt so ‘real’.
It felt so real until the end of the dream when I knew it was a dream and my son reverted back to infancy and I was tucking him in to sleep. Disoriented, I wondered where my parents had gone and why my son was an infant again.
I wrote about the dream right away, hoping this would help me understand any meaning or any messages embedded within it. What came to me concerned the cycle of life and death and the understanding that we remain connected although the form of the connection changes. Mostly what came to me were two words: letting go.
Letting go… How does one ‘do’ letting go? In this instance it felt like the ‘doing’ of letting go involved embracing the hurt and sorrow rather than running away into business to avoid it.
My 'doing' was taking a walk in a quiet outdoor place.I imagined wrapping my arms around the sorrow and sang to it. (Thank goodness there were no people near me!) A few tears were shed.
After this walk I did feel a renewed sense of lightness and ease. That startled feeling dissipated. It’s all okay …
With healing light and love,