I had a dream last night. It was short. Just a set of lock gates opening.
I don't dream every night, but this one was most welcome, as it was dream of encouragement, one that was posted into my head by the greater forces of the Universe.
So how do I know that it was coming in to my head rather than being a dream being invented by my head. Because the message which went with that dream was 'you are moving forward'. Wow! I would never invent a dream like that for myself. And anyway, my dreams are normally like watching a film, sometimes I am in them, sometimes I am an observer, but most times a story is being told, and very fascinating and interesting they are too.
So looking forward to seeing what transpires in the months ahead.
I recently joined a meditation group, a lovely bunch of people, not 'seriously earnest' types, just people wanting to get some balance in their lives in a vaguely Buddhist type of way. No chanting or anything like that, but they do sit on cushions on the floor but I don't, I sit on a chair because if I sat on the floor it would take me an age to get up again. This is something I would like to remedy this year, that I would like to be able to get down on the floor and then be able to get back up again without assistance, although I did manage to get back up again when my foot got into a tangle with a piece of string and I fetched up in a muddy puddle underneath the eaves of the gate house being drenched with falling water which was made up of melting hailstones. I was on my way out to the side field to get our small flock of sheep into shelter before their lambs succumbed to coldness from the freezing hailstones and rain. It is surprising what one can do when there is an urgent need coming from someone or something else. So it did not do for me too stay long in the puddle waiting to see where pain would strike because I was needed to be get those lambs back into the barn. I therefore became able, somehow, to get myself up, the need to be on the move. As I say, it is surprising what one can do when one has to.
But I really need to be able to get up from the floor in a more elegant manner, so once the weather gets warmer I shall start having a go at getting up and down. I would like to sit on a floor cushion while meditating like everyone else. Sitting on a chair makes me feel like an elderly lady, which I am not ready to be just yet.
Meditation is a word which, to me, has always meant effort. Trying to calm a very bouncy mind is something which is beyond me for most of the time. So why would I want to get my mind under control? Because it stops me from being at peace within myself, that's all. Does that matter? Well it does if I want to start writing again. And it does if I want to help my body to continue to heal after the hospital episode last October.
I had a dream last night. I have paid attention to it, and not dismissed it. If you ever have a dream which is clear and informative, then pay attention to it as well because it is meant to give you encouragement and hope, and to let you know that another you are heading towards another step in your life and that it will be alright.