Dreams

Morning Sun by Melody Gardot

This world was made for dreamin’

This world was made for you

This world was made for believin’

In all the things you gonna do now

I listen to these lyrics and I had a flash of myself in a world sitting firmly in my own knowing.  When I was very lost, I prayed for my inner knowing.  On the road to recovery, I prayed for my inner knowing.  As I walked the long, sometimes lonely, road of recovery, I came closer and closer to my knowing.  My knowing sits deeply inside me, accessed in times of stillness, in times of solitude, times of movement and magic in nature.  But now, I live more and more in a world open to dreaming.  I live more and more in world where adventure is possible based on my trust in myself.  It is based on my trust in the deep well of my knowing.  I’ve been on one such grand adventure this week.  I joined my heart and my soul in a long walk along the Pacific Ocean.  The path stretched ahead of me full of possibility and wonder.  I took side paths and alternate routes.  I stood on a cliff and listened to the ocean swell.  I knelt among the grasses to admire the wildness of flowers.  I sat on a rock and felt the sun bless my face.  I listened to fellow travelers on the path speak of their hopes and dreams and I held those strangers’ hearts in my heart.  I felt a deep longing for the beauty and wildness of this place.  I dropped tears in the wonderand magic of it all.  I had to turn around on the path to go home.  I felt the grief that this place is not my place.  Not yet.  Maybe not ever.  Just as I had to find my foundation of knowing, so must I find my home.  A home foundation from which I can leap and fly – have ever more journeys.  Ever more paths of beauty and wild wonderment and magic. 

I love this world of dreams.  May you know the world of your dreams.