It was a night full of dreams! Much of it words, as these things happen for me. Some of those words set to music. And an old, comforting, sense of place.
Summer camp. Late 1960’s – mid 1970’s. Guitars. Swooping owls. Carefully tended campfires. Often, poison ivy! Belonging. Hope. And, Jean.
In a way, she was my own Joan Baez – with some help from Susan & Rebecca on guitar, though I didn’t know it then. What I did know was all the words to all the songs. And, I know them, still!
I also trust that, when they show up in dreams, it’s my job to listen! What I found inside me, when I woke, was a clearer sense of my place on the road. And a firm dedication to staying on the road, even though we in this world, now, may not reach our destination anytime soon!
So, I’m packing stories and songs – though somebody else should probably lead the singing! – and a whole lot of practice making choices. One of those choices is to listen to another recent dream… the one where the Good Witch, Glinda showed up and whispered, emphatically, in my ear that I’ve had the magic all along!
NOW seems like a really good time to remember that! And – gulp! – to put it to work!!!
As you probably know, I have two grandteens growing up in this world. And there are millions & billions more like them. They need so much!
They need for us to fight – to sing and paint and tell stories – to help them claim the wonder of who they are and the dreams they carry. To help keep them safe!
They need for us to share what we can, along the way.
They need for us to use our voices for hope.
If we boil it all down… they need us to walk the talk.
So, voting, done. Donation to a local food bank, done. Warm clothes & spare blankets packed to be donated.
And, bubbling deep inside, the evolving form of #Magic… our upcoming adventure in actually getting from here to the place where we feel called. To the place where our deep joy and the world’s deep longing meet. (Fred is cheering us on!)
For now, though, time for a cuppa and a bit of singing around the campfire…
And then, back to the easel! I’m (gulp!) actually adding back the creative chaos that somehow went unclaimed until now. It’s scary. And, totally the next right thing!!!
ps… with much news sinking in… I’m counting on more hope and truth blowin’ in the wind!
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