Becoming the Dream

Becoming the Dream

ThroughTheVeilIn a marvelous example of synchronicity (or how life rhymes), I am working on my new book, Fallen from the Dreaming Tree, this morning. I have just been inspired to write that my protagonist “weaves a dream from the quantum and finds its diamond sparkle so beautifully alluring that she steps into her dream and becomes it,” when I decide to take a break.

I pop onto the web to check emails and such, where I find a notice on Facebook that Seena Frost, the founder of SoulCollage®, has passed away. In the beautiful video tribute accompanying that post, Seena is heard quoting Meister Eckhart: “When the soul wishes to experience something she throws an image of the experience out before her and enters into her own image.” Oh, how beautifully Eckhart has captured and mirrored what I’m struggling to say.

Next I do a Google search to find and verify the words of Eckhart’s quote and find this post from Robert Moss, written several years ago, in which he explores the same quote and idea and challenges us not just to hear Eckhart’s words, but to walk with them and live into the essence of them.

Which is exactly the meaning and purpose I’m hoping to convey through the story I’m writing.

Rather than being dismayed that what I’m writing is not saying anything new, I am encouraged that what I’m trying to say is a deep Truth that other mystics and teachers have known and shared in their own words and ways. Perhaps this Truth itself is an image that we continue to throw before us so that we can live into it more fully with each experience. While my story may not be new, may I tell it in new words that send forth an image of Truth. And may we all learn to live into it more deeply each day, each dream, each life.

I am grateful for wise teachers like Robert Moss (with Active Dreaming), Seena Frost (with SoulCollage®) and Lucia Capacchione (with Creative Journal Expressive Arts) who have each done so much to pave the way and provide tools and processes to empower the journey of fully living our soul’s dream.

Night Bloom / Morning Light

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI struggle this morning to remember my dreams and feel frustrated when I can’t. As I sit with my morning tea and journal, I glance out the window and notice the Night Blooming Cereus is covered in blossoms.

Quickly, I grab my camera to take a few pictures, knowing the blooms will soon close in the bright light of day. I click off several frames from different angles and head inside to plug the photo card into my computer.

As I scan through the photos, this shot jumps out from the others. I am struck by the beauty of the rays of sunlight, the glow the sun gives to the bloom’s petals, and how the very core of the blossom glows with green iridescence.

As I write, I recognize the similarity between these night blooms and my dreams. They both fade quickly when day arrives. And yet, if you look closely, you will see the daylight carries the colors of what bloomed in the night. Perhaps even the forgotten dreams bring their gifts into the new day.