Mr. Al and I have new pillows. Nice, fluffy, head-cradling pillows. It was an indulgence…one we should have done a while back. We’re sleeping so well, now. It’s wonderful to wake up rested, without a stiff neck.
And I’m dreaming lots.
Last night, or, rather early this morning, my cat Blur woke me up (as cats will do.) Apparently he thought I was enjoying my new pillows too much when I should have been enjoying him. I had been dreaming. I was at some event with people I didn’t know, but in the dream I did (like dreams will do.) Since I didn’t know these people, it was easier to get at what the dream was trying to say to me…i.e., what I was processing through that dream.
You see, I woke up fixating on the energy of one of the dream people. “I know that energy,” I thought. It was the energy of someone trying to control you, someone wanting your attention, someone wanting you to do something for them and trying to make you feel bad if you didn’t.
And you know what I did in the dream? I told that energy-in-the-form-of-my-dream-person, “Fine. Do what you need to do. But if you’re not going to wait until I finish this conversation, then that’s it. We’re done. I’ll be sad, but we’d be done anyway.”
It felt good to say those words.
I never got to hear the dream person’s response because that’s when Blur came and woke me up. But it was enough. Gave me stuff to ponder.
Why, for heaven’s sake, would I be sad if I eliminated that dreadful energy from my life?
Took a wee bit of pondering to find my answer.
I would be sad, I pondered, because that energy is also that little nudge to pay attention to someone in need, to offer a hand, to be kind and compassionate. It had just gotten out of balance. And So, I’d be sad to see that energy go…
But maybe it doesn’t have to go away completely. Maybe it needs to just be balanced out a bit; not be so demanding so I can take care of my own needs, too.
I look out my window and it’s a frosty, bright morning. The robins are back. Spring is near, despite the forecast for some more snow. Blur is enjoying watching them.
The good thing about winter is the leaves disappear and I can see more of our neighbors.
Actually, like that dream energy…it’s a good thing and a bad thing.
Right across the creek from us is a whole bunch of storage units and what used to be a pawn store, and also, a rather disarmingly blue single-wide. I usually spare you that view when I post pictures. In the summer, the leaves hide that view. But they also hide my horse friends who live diagonally across the creek from us.
The eagle has been back, skimming up the creek and fishing. But he hasn’t lingered. Mr. Al and I speculate the creek is too muddy for successful fishing. What I’m seeing more than the eagle, now, are the ravens…pairing up…nesting time.
And the robins, promising spring.
Have a great week, peeps!