Let this be a year for the possibility of dreams.
Let us release rigid resolutions and soak into holy hope of what could be.
This is how I let the new year come in. Wild passion, deep dreams.
All my longings, set free.
Two years ago, I began to create a Book of Dreams. Life had long felt limited. I was tired of the endless refrain of my own mind, “when I'm better”…
Tired of living as no. Not possible. Not going to happen. Sick of living as if life was conspiring against me, as if I had no agency in my own life.
I was dreaming, yes I was dreaming… but I was dreaming for myself within limits.
Only hoping for what I thought was possible.
Perhaps this rings bells for you.
There came a time when I unhitched my horse from this wagon. I took off the yoke I had placed upon myself and loosened myself into freedom.
I truly let myself dream.
If I could experience anything, anything, in this short miracle of life on Earth, what would I most want to feel?
What would I dare to dream?
I bought myself a journal dedicated to these dreams, my joyous exclamations of a heart set free. I wrote down, for the first time, what I want for my life.
I want to love and accept myself fully.
Big and small, likely and unlikely, endless in number, I made them unlimited. As if they could take up infinite space, which perhaps they can, in a universe of creation which is itself expanding.
Ask yourself in the light of January’s glow - if you could experience anything in this life, what would that be?
Dream after dream after dream, let it flow…
I want moments of surprise and connection with nature, to play with seals or wild horses, beings recognising each other
What moments do you long for?
If nobody gave you restrictions, if nobody told you only to hope for what was real, if nobody told you what was possible in life?
What flights of creative freedom might you reach, what joy might unfold, what beauty might step down off its pedestal and lay itself beneath your feet?
Grow still
for a moment
(and a moment, and a moment more)
and ask yourself the question - what, in your heart of hearts, do you truly want?
This is an invitation to write your book of dreams, lay it all out upon the page. Let everything you long for take up space. Let it all flow, out into the world, darkness into light.
An expression of hope for what might come, untethered by today's reality.
Perhaps today’s reality feels exceedingly bleak. Perhaps it feels impossible to dream, the heart weighed heavy by all that has been.
Perhaps your dream is to feel hope once again.
This is a very good dream.
A moment that once felt impossible, deep in the tunnel of my illness. Watching the sun rise over the sea again, in my favourite place on this earth.
A dream is a hope of the heart, not the mind. My mind, limited creature that she is, knows not what is possible in a universe of dreams.
Don’t let your mind set goals for this new year; a series of tasks for you to achieve to be happy.
Take the blindfold off and let your heart open wide, spilling its raw red light upon the page, writing you into the potential of everything that could be.
Grant your deep dreams room to be heard.
And then trust. Unhook yourself from the limits of time, forget the mind’s agendas, its addiction to results.
Trust the universe to answer.
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The dreaming’s the thing.
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It sounds impossible, because we simply haven't been taught to think in this way. We believe in the struggle.
But I've already seen several of the dreams in this book emerge into life. Even though my life seems limited, even though I still have chronic fatigue syndrome, even though in many ways the world still feels closed….
It is not.
I have lived the spark of my own dreams, shimmering into spectacular life, laughing until tears came at the sheer wonder of it all.
This miracle of being alive.
I want to find a four-leaf clover
Such a simple thing, a four-leaf clover. I'd never seen one before.
Within a week of writing this down, still sitting in the buzz of my yes to my dreams, I found one, nestled in an ever-growing clump in a wild meadow where I walk, when I'm well.
It was the beginning of a year of four-leaf clovers which rapidly became five. Did you even know a five-leaf clover was possible? Google tells me the odds of finding one are in the tens of thousands.
I have found several.
I don’t look for them. Sometimes when I plop myself down on the ground and find myself in a patch of clover, I look down and hello, there’s another one.
They are waiting for me.
It emboldens me to keep dreaming.
If you’re still with me, perhaps you are deep-dreaming too. Perhaps this is the time, as you step into the potential of this new year, to unburden your mind of its limited goals, its exhausting, relentless pursuit of betterment.
Put down the resolutions.
Start dreaming.
Write your life into the world, until it becomes real in your hands, spirit as matter.
Put that book somewhere you can return to it, breathe it all in, all this infinite potential, this gorgeous, lovely LIFE.
Keep telling yourself, yes.
When you give your dreams life, the whole universe responds. With kindling and with oxygen; all of life is waiting to nurture your flame.
You have to light the spark.
Share with me anything you want to share! I’m here for all wild and deep dreams. Let’s make impossible joy real.
Beautiful writing and the message resonates with me deeply. ☘️❤️
'Perhaps your dream is to feel hope once again. This is a very good dream' - wow this is gorgeous 💖