I am emerging from my personal winter. My efforts to heal my digestion and everything I experience emotionally, spiritually and practically as a result of years of liver congestion are paying off. My husband and others affirm that I am healthier than ever.
Spring. We have had some luscious days of spring calling us outside and into our senses. I have played well with family, friends and with the spirit of spring.
Now that I have energy, is it time for an unbridled reentry into my work? Should I accept the speaking engagement I was offered Friday?
My dream suggests something else. In this dream:
I am in college. My first class is dance. My second is exercise. My third is exercise. I am fascinated that it’s almost noon and I haven’t had any academic classes. I am fine with it – I trust the unfolding curriculum. After a train ride to London and back, I attend my first afternoon class. The classroom has small chairs and my classmates are children. I sit in a tiny chair and look forward to the class, wondering what I might learn.
(If you’ve ever had one of those dreams where you were being tested on things and hadn’t attended the classes – this is not one of those. I was completely present for each class and on top of it.)
This dream portrays images of my college, my path, my curriculum. For now anyway. Dance, strengthening, practice, basics. Because the dream message feels right and makes sense, I embrace the images and let them guide me.
We are having winter thaw, and yet it snowed again last night. Just a little. I am feeling enlivened and yet I had stomach gas last night. Just a little. Winter isn’t completely over.
I trust the process and embrace the curriculum that matches my season. I referred the speaking opportunity to a colleague who is currently enrolled in a different (metaphorical) college. It feels like a match to her.