It’s a wonderful feeling to wake up happy … to dream such an awesome dream that you never want it to end.
Just before I woke this morning, I dreamed that I went to a painting workshop led by my Healing Touch instructor and mentor, Deborah Larrimore. The workshop was somewhere in the northwestern part of the United States … maybe Seattle.
In the beginning I navigated through curvy rocky roads, which were more like bike trails to get there … so skinny were the roads that when a very tiny, camouflaged car came through (an older man, looking at fishing holes) I had to grab the branches of a strong crape myrtle and wrap my legs around the branches until he passed underneath me. The views were so spectacular that he never even saw me hanging there.
On I went, and came to a place with white bears lounging in the water. They looked almost like glass, or ice. I had crickets and worms in the bag for fishing, as I anticipated fishing with my son … the crickets and worms were crispy, like potato chips. I threw one in, and gobs of delightfully fairy-tailish fish bubbled to the surface to grab it up … and then the bears … I threw one of the bears a crispy fish. He ate it in one bite … and then I realized that I probably shouldn’t feed the bears, they’d want more, right? I hurried to the counter, where I asked a woman with strangely tall and geometric hair and outta’ this world makeup what kind of bears they were. She answered in some heavy, unreal accent, that they were grizzlies. She wasn’t bothered by the bears or by me.
I went into the next room, where so many of my online friends were getting a meal. Perhaps you were all there, but I specifically remember Susan Loughrin, Jamie Ridler, and Tara Mohr. Also, Stewart Cubley was there. My husband and I sat with Stewart. We all chatted like we were old friends … nothing unusual.
I leaned over to my husband and said “You know Susan?” (as in you know the person I talk about named Susan) he nodded … I motioned to the far end of the room, as Susan was there getting her drink from the fountain, “blue sweater” I said. She had on a soft blue turtleneck sweater.
I understood at some point that this was our opportunity to visit and to take pictures, because once we began the painting workshop, we’d each be lost in our own world of creativity, and not so much interacting with others.
Next we went to another building, where we were all supposed to be painting … I thought. There must’ve been some confusion, because everyone was coming to me to get a white plastic spoon. I thought they must not know whether to paint or to eat! But, the paint was there … must’ve been a yummy experience!
Oh boy … another meal, and I dropped my roll into one of those bars where you pick the condiments you want. I thought I got three kinds of butter on my plate, but it turns out they were butter, chocolate, and a small eclair.
We never painted, and in the end, we were all packing up and leaving. Deborah was wearing shorts and had a very large suitcase.
I read this week that when we dream things that are dark and disturbing, we are so manifesting. When we dream things that make us happy we are so manifesting. We get to choose which we will spend our thoughts, our time, our dreams on.
Most any moment of the day I can choose to dwell on undesirable thoughts, or I can spend my thoughts, time, and dreams on that which makes me happy. If you’re around me … you can probably look at my face and tell which I’m doing.
I’m grateful for this lovely dream, and for the people in it. Each that I’ve mentioned has changed my life in significant ways. My dreams and my vision grow ever-bigger. And when we all gather at my amazing lazy white grizzly creativity retreat … I promise to have chocolate and eclairs on the condiment bar.
With love and gratitude,
Let’s create more dreams together … hop over to facebook and join me at Jane Barefoot Rochelle ~
Many thanks to peasap for the beautiful photo.
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