Your dreams speak up when you begin the work of the heart.   I am not sure why, but I was warned to watch out for this to happen.

I dreamed last night of being away with Richard at a conference of some sort.  His not mine, as he is the breadwinner with the career at this point.  I am not sure my imagination can construct it the other way around.  It was a beautiful place near the ocean.  The weather was warm and tropical.   I could feel the pressure to conform and perform, as we headed to our room to get dressed for dinner. He may have felt more pressure than I, being in the spotlight of his career.   I felt the pressure that comes along with looking and playing the part of  a ‘good’ wife.  My hair was ‘done’ and my clothes carefully laid out.  Yet,…

The ocean called to me from the window.  I could smell the salt and hear the gentle roll of the waves.  I could feel the warmth of the sun after it hits that peak of hot and begins to settle into something more full and round.

I thought, “I will just go out for a few minutes.  It will be okay if I just don’t get my hair wet.”

I found a raft and began to float.  The water was so calm and comforting.  The sun covered me in a blanket of ‘the just right’ temperature.

I fell asleep.

I woke up to realize I was lost.  I didn’t even know I had fallen asleep!  Not only was I lost, but I woke up just in time to ride huge roller coaster waves that crashed me onto an ancient deserted beach.

Along with getting my hair wet, I ended up stranded on this glorious shore completely naked!  Somewhere along the ride, I lost my clothes.

At first, I was upset that I was lost, stranded, naked and having a bad hair day.

But, I couldn’t hang onto that misery, because it had to move aside to make room for wonder.  I began to look around in awe.  This beach was full of huge beautiful shells and mystical creatures that I had never seen outside of stories.  As I walked up the beach to begin to find my way home, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about having no clothes.  I began meeting people and asking them which way to go.  They were so friendly as they began to show me the way.  Some of them walked with me a bit, and others just pointed me in a direction.  Each time I did this, the scenery changed and I found a new part of the town, or village to explore.  No one seemed to notice I was naked. Maybe they just didn’t care.  I didn’t care any more either.   It felt kind of good.  Free.  I also began to enjoy being lost.  I stopped worrying about where I was headed and started enjoying where I was.

I am not sure if I ever found my way back.  The last thing I remember before I woke up, was walking barefoot (yes and still naked) eating some delicious, delectable treat from a street fair.

As for Richard…

I hope he got lost too.