I had a dream last
night that I way lying in my old creaky oak bed under a heavy layer of beautiful
quilts. There was also the pine blossom
pattern Appalachian coverlet that my great, great, great grandmother weaved on
a loom in Arkansas in the 1850s (There is a story handed down through the
generations that the tiny blood stain on this coverlet is from her husband, my
GGG grandfather, assassinated during the Civil War
right on his front porch by guerrilla fighters.
Evidently they placed this coverlet over him as he lay dying. I believe this to be true.). And on the top of them all was my very
heavy Hudson’s Bay wool Indian Point Blanket, which I found at a garage sale
for twenty bucks.
All these
layers of quilts and coverlets and blankets were tucked tightly beneath the mattress,
pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t move,
let alone get out of bed. But I was
strangely contented, not wanting to ever leave.
I was happy.
I like to
think this has something to do what is happening to me as I approach the middle
of my life, where I’m being blessed with the presence of a few people in my
life whom are helping me on my journey, blanketing me with warmth and comfort
and patience, sharing this journey with me.
There is the
thought I’m beginning to find my way in this world, that I’m on a journey . . .
a journey that began in 2008 when I discovered with the help of another, the
peculiar spirit and intuition lying deep inside me. And ever since it’s been bubbling to the surface
in various ways, uncontrollably. The
only regret I have is not somehow realizing and opening myself to this at a
younger age. But this isn’t surprising
because I never had a teacher when I was younger to guide me along the way. And I’m not a strong person. I sometimes need the inspiration and
mentoring of others.
I feel a
tentative but warm contentment for the first time in my life, that I’ve been
given clues on how to live and that I’m on a sacred journey. And I’m lucky to have had a few kindred
spirits (and several heroes and wisdom from books) to help me on this
journey.
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