Life happens in links. Today I was reminded of that. This is my latest post.
Ever since I was a kid I have been fascinated by dreams.
When I was at boarding school from the age of 11, my favourite time of day was breakfast. To sit at a table and have an hour of unfettered dream time. For me this was the stuff of bliss.
Years later when I was serving on a Vipassana course I was in triple heaven, not only was I learning how to meditate and be a part of a team from whom I learnt so much, but rules were slightly broken (you’re not meant to speak during these courses, even when you’re cooking for 150) because over breakfast in the morning, after the students had eaten we would sit and go over our dreams, offering each other interpretations of what certain things could mean. That time still sits in my heart.
Can We Understand Ourselves Better?
On Tuesday a new book arrived that a family friend had recommended to me. This is a friend my mother had put me in touch with after I drove her bonkers of one too many mornings of “Did you dream ma?’ and “What do you think this means?” Exasperated, my mother put me in touch with a family friend who interprets dreams and thus started about a decade of sporadic email correspondence where I finally was able to send my dreams to this woman and receive clear answers that helped me address blocks in my life. (Work in process)
The Dream Book: Symbols for Self Understanding is a book that this family friend had suggested to me recently. It’s taken me a while to order but finally I order the book and it arrives and I flip through and there’s a section on common dreams and I read the bit about snakes because snakes are kind of fascinating to me. (They actually used to freak the hell out of me. My mother once sent me a book on snakes to try and help me get over them. The plan backfired, on seeing that there are so many serpents on this planet my fear catapulted into a phobia extreme).
I have actually only ever seen two snakes in the wild and both were at home in the country in England in West Sussex. One, an adder seeking shelter from torrential rain by the front door who we all peered at and watched whilst eating our lunch and the other a jet black snake, slightly longer, who I watched one baking hot summer’s day sweep elegantly across the end of the drive, the safety of the car giving me the luxury to indulge my fascination; eyes wide, watching this unfamiliar sight pass by in front of me.
Life works in links
So on Tuesday night I went to sleep and dreamt of being bitten by a snake on my left thigh and I wake in the morning and I am thinking about what is the meaning of the left thigh? What is the meaning of the left thigh?
So I don’t come to any answers and two days later I am in a meeting and the lady I am speaking with mentions some somatic based therapy work that she did, the tenant of which was that just by moving our bodies we can change the way we feel and think. She mentions how in one session her therapist mentioned a movement in her left thigh and suggested the relevance of this in relation to the work they were doing. Now I don’t know if this was something that specifically happened, or it was an example that just came to her, which she shared to illustrate a point, but the timing for me was stunning.
Even though I have only met this lady 30minutes beforehand, something in me says it’s okay, trust, so I #throwthenetopen and mention the dream I had to her, in the context of how damn cool is this? The information I have been looking for – you have just brought to me. Spontaneously!
And she smiles and we move on chatting more about the awesomeness of life. How we live on a planet where what we seek is there, how everything around us can impart information, and I listen to her. A wise lady whose insights are bringing clarity to some clouds in my own thinking.
And now it’s a Wednesday night and it’s black outside in the garden. But here in this room I write in, there’s light all around. Life’s a mystery, for me that seems quite sure. But every now and again people, places and things come along to #throwthenetopen and articulate and translate experiences that seem a little foreign to me.
Hands come together. A prayer escapes. And a heart goes bumpity bump.
Have a good night everyone,