The Legendary Husband and I hung in there for the whole ball-dropping & fireworks bit – read that Luther’s last trip out – last night and then headed to bed.
I laughed when I noticed that my feet were splattered in paint (Ultramarine Blue, for the curious!) after an awesome impromptu painting adventure in Zoom-land. (Thank you, Natalie & Gina!!!) All in all, a great wrap-up for 2022!
Then, with a touch of Vision oil on my third eye, I tucked myself in and put Grandmother Moon in charge.
Wow, was she ready for an adventure!
And, yes, I really did dream about feet! (Go ahead and giggle, CTS buddies… there’s more!)
In fact, the first thing I remember, in my dream, is parking a borrowed car on the curved drive in front of Columbia Theological Seminary in November of 1986. It was cold and raining and I had no idea where to go once I had arrived for the prospective student weekend. I cracked the door open, reaching for an umbrella, and put my left foot on the parking lot.
I can still feel the zingy energy that buzzed through my body in that moment, all those years ago.
And then, suddenly, Scotland. 2007. More chilly and damp. And, at the bottom of the steps from the plane, that same foot on the tarmac at the Glasgow airport.
And the same zingy energy.
Then, Grandmother Moon being a rather eccentric Weaver Dreamer, was on to boots. Red leather ones.
And, yes, I’ve been shopping in my imagination.
Eventually I woke, in 2023, and went feeling around on the table for my glasses which, predictably, were perched on the book I’d been reading.
The dreams came flooding back. And it all made sense.
The dreams which were, on one level, past and future.
And the deep voice of a beloved teacher/colleague/friend, complete with a southern accent, echoing in my head…
Three words: Stick with you!
Hang in there… we’ll get back to this!
First, time out for a cuppa, and my all-time favorite dream question.
Why is this dreamer dreaming this dream at this time?
The answer came, complete with the predictable, Duh!
The parking lot/zingy foot adventures were past, assuredly.
The red boots have to do with a big dream for this summer.
And the reminder to stick with me…
Well, it feels a whole lot like a new awareness that it’s all going on now. All part of the path that is the story I am writing – if I choose to be aware of the pen in my hand – with my life.
And, frankly, telling you about this dream feels like a whole lot of showing up!
For now, it reminds me of the stack of seed catalogs in Saturday’s mail.
Reminders of things I know more about now than I did when they were first happening.
Dreams for the future.
The beginnings of a path, not to done, but to growing.
I do have 2 granddaughters growing up in this world…
And, with apologies to the garden guy, no Lantana!
Which is garden code for sticking with me, because no matter how easy it is to grow here, I’m still allergic and I get to choose!
For this moment, thank you for being on the road with me!
My gift for you, as the new year begins, will – hopefully – feel elegant in the way which also means simple.
What might sticking with you look like???
Huge blessings for 2023!!!
ps… the painting is from my #Matrica work-in-progress, which turns out to be an outstanding fit for this story!
pss… feet might not be such an odd metaphor, afterall!