winter dreamtime

snow 2It snowed again. And then again. There’s more in the forecast.  Nothing as big as that last round, but still notable for us. Laugh all you want, Northerners, this February has been a heckuva wintery ride down here in the southland. We know it’s nothing to you, but down here, it’s really NOT nothing.

Watching the snow fall, we watch the plan for the day go down the drain, again. But then, what are plans for?levon snow

The snow makes a clean palette. The mud gets covered in a beautiful white powder. All the toy monster trucks that Levon left out in his favorite mud pit? Under the snow. The torn remay row covering and anything green left underneath it? Under the snow. All the projects, waiting for a sunnier day? Under the snow. It’s temporary. It’s a reminder. It’s a beautiful opportunity to remember what deep winter time is about.

It’s dream time.

After all, we have a house to build this year. We have a whole new piece of land to dream about, and we still want to tend our little garden here this year too. That’s lots of dreams already, and those are the grown – up ones. We might as well start clarifying the vision.fresh palette

Everyone has their two cents to put in, and as we draw pictures and hash things out, it becomes clear so quickly that if we didn’t have this messy indoor dreamtime, if we just dove straight into building and DO-ing, in the longer, warmer, busier days, we could easily make a lot of mistakes in our dream actualization.

Joni Mitchell was right – dreams do lose their grandeur coming true. And the details aren’t always what you think they might be.   Dreams change, even if the heart of them stays the same.  Sometimes they are better, or different, but changes of plan don’t mean that we aren’t still building the same dream.

Our family is dreaming with our eyes open right now. We are watching for blind spots, knowing we won’t catch them all, but doing our best to consider all the nooks and crannies, our past and our future, our realities and desires.  It is amazing to watch, in waking dreamtime, what we keep and what falls away.lulah's house plancoree's house planlevon's house plan

We don’t know how our lives will look this time next year.  We just know it will be different, and that we will be sure to have plenty of firewood.

busy in my sleep

Sweet busy winter days, long full winter nights.  Let’s drink deeply this draught of Life.  There’s something going on, all the time.

Yes. The shed is almost done. Done enough, almost, to begin rearranging our living space. That’s a joy.shed almost done

The seed order is approaching finalization. We’re thinking about the garden plan, gazing at the canvas of the land and dreaming of what the Spring will hold.seed catalog

The rains come, and go. The snow is small but beautiful. The sun, wonderful.

And every night, I am busy, too.

One night as I slept, I went with friends from all the various times and places of my life, carrying torches, into the depths of a subterranean cavern. There had never been light shed on that place. It was a place that demanded sacrifices, and there were bones everywhere. We were bringing light to that place.

An another night, I was traveling from my mother’s home to my step-mother’s and I got lost. I met an elderly couple who helped me find my way. Sweet old country people, so kind and gentle and funny. When they left me, within sight of home, they told me that they were the ghosts of my childhood farm. When they died, there was nowhere else they wanted to be, so they just stayed.

A few nights ago, I was being chased by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. I was trying to hide from him, but he kept finding me with his yellow eye, and he was fast because he was so large. I was almost to my car when I woke up.

The night after that, I was in a surging crowd. Revolution was in the air. Violence, too.

Last night, I was lost again, this time in the streets of Lhasa, Tibet. I was walking and walking, with absolutely no idea where I was going or even where I wanted to go. The neighborhood was going from bad to worse. Then, an old family friend leaned out of a door across the street and beckoned me. Inside the building it was quiet and beautiful. She was taking part in a retreat, and she brought me right into it, so welcoming and warm. Lost in a city of wisdom, I had been found.

I am grateful to wake each morning, to the presence of my family and the works of waking life. And now, when I go to sleep, there is a sense of anticipation too. I do not know what this surge of sub-conscious activity means, but I am watching to see.  I’ll let you know what I learn.

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