This morning as I woke up, a remnant of dream was just wandering out the back door of my brain, too quickly for me to even catch it by the tail, but its words continued to echo through the halls of my head: “Keep dreaming. Keep feeling. Keep talking.”
I certainly don’t think of myself as someone who is in need of an admonition to keep talking, but perhaps there’s an honest and deep-wrought speech attached to the dreaming and feeling that I would do well to hone and refine.
Even without a fragment of a dream remaining to pin it to, I have a strong intuition that this is a social admonition. In all the personality tests I have ever taken, I sit pretty firmly in the center of the introvert/extrovert scale. Sometimes, perhaps, this is a comfortable balance where I can pick up the best qualities of both, but there are also times when I feel like I live through the most artless aspects of them instead, the light and chatty self-absorbed extrovert and the socially awkward and uncomfortable introvert. One part of me has no patience for the “small talk,” and the other part of me is anxious about moving past the friendly surface of conversation. Then I find myself using the breezy chattiness to cover up the feelings of gracelessness.
It is when I can keep myself in touch with my truest dreaming, feeling self that my speech–both the ritual greetings and the deep conversation–is most honest and real. That feels like a good spiritual practice.
Keep Dreaming. Keep Feeling. Keep Talking.
1. My heart is heavy this morning with the story of a vigil that a friend is keeping. I ache for the pain and the terror, and feel no gratitude for what she is facing. But I am grateful to be included in the watchers and listeners who hold her in the light, grateful to have that, at least–prayer, energy, hope, loving hearts–to offer.
2. We made it through harvest and set-up yesterday with Farmer Jon flat on his back in bed, sick. What an amazing farm crew! I get by with much more than a little help from my friends.
3. Crows calling in the wood. They sound like adventure is at hand on this still, hushed morning. Isn’t that odd? The cat is hollering his head off, and the crows are squalling, but the air feels like silence, like impendingness, like waiting. Adventure is at hand. That excites me. What will the day bring?
4. Dream messages
5. Long sleep. Sleep is such a cure.
May we walk in Beauty!