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.

Some Paths are Better Left Closed

In my prior post, I wrote about the dream and dream re-entry process that left me feeling like we’d found the perfect place for Mom and that the way had been made clear for an easy move. In my dream, the path had been overgrown with clawing, scratchy branches, but I re-entered the dream and cleared the way with my hedge trimmers.

Perhaps some paths are better left closed.

The events of the past few weeks have been exhausting – physically and emotionally. After moving Mom into the new Assisted Living facility last Saturday, we found ourselves rewinding, backtracking and repeating the move in reverse the following Wednesday.

Mom was incredibly disoriented, anxious and depressed in the new place, which was not entirely unexpected. We figured, at age 91, a move like this would be a big adjustment. We assumed that in a week or two she would adapt and get back to her normal self. But with each visit and phone call, things continued to go downhill rather than up.

After three days there, the staff was suggesting Mom would adapt more quickly if we didn’t visit so often. Also, they suggested, she was depressed and we should ask her doctor to prescribe a mild anti-depressant. And the final straw – a bedbug scare that turned out to be a complete fabrication on the part of the facility’s management.

NoBedBugs_123RF_5519282_blogThey had it in for Mom’s collection of teddy bears (100+) from day one. After we got her and her bears moved in, they started making noise about the teddy bears being a bedbug risk. On day 5, they told us they had actually found adult bedbugs in her room. The teddy bears would have to be bagged up immediately, the room sniffed out by a bedbug dog and then fumigated. Mind you, she had these bears in her prior Assisted Living apartment for 7 years and there were no bedbugs there.

They said after the room was cleared and fumigated, we could buy her a few new bears – maybe half a dozen, but no more than that. Mom loves those bears. Each one a gift from someone.  Each one with a story. The bears are her companions. She takes one or two for a ride on her walker when she leaves her room. Mom was already so miserable in the new place, I knew that if we took her bears away she would completely lose it.

My suggestion that if there were indeed bedbugs in the room, they did not come from the teddy bears was met with a condescending, “I understand your feelings, but we must take this very seriously.” I told them that I also take my Mom very seriously and that the bears would be the last straw. I repeated my assertion that there were no bedbugs in her last apartment.

Luckily, we had her old assisted living apartment rented through the end of the month so when the new place said the bears had to go, I told them fine, Mom would leave with them.  We moved her back into her prior apartment that very same day.

TeddyBearsNoBugsThe next day, the new place brought in their bedbug sniffing dog who found NO bedbugs in the room. Surprise, surprise. When I asked them why they told me they had SEEN adult bedbugs the day before, they said, “Oh, it was a carpet beetle. They look very similar.”

We are all exhausted from the double move. And poor Mom has been through the ringer.  The timing of the bedbug crisis was fortuitous. In another day or two, all of Mom’s larger furniture would have been sold or donated and she would have returned to an empty apartment. As my sister pointed out, those teddy bears actually did Mom a great big favor. She is so very happy to be back “home” and will soon forget the stress and unhappiness of the past week. I have discovered that Mom’s happiness for whatever days remain to her is worth far more than the dollars it will take to keep her in the apartment she’s known for 7 years.

As I think once more about the dream and the re-entry process, I am reminding myself that the second part of Robert Moss’ Gatekeeper invocation says, “and may the doors and gates and paths of any who wish to do us or those we love any harm be closed.”

The arbor path in my dream was closed with branches and brambles. I was stubbornly determined to cut my way through – but some paths are better left closed.