I have the best dreams for the most part. I enjoy the dreams that come in my sleep. Most of the time I wake from them happy. I do my best to write down a dream or tell it to someone, because if I donâ€™t â€” it is gone.
I do not think I am alone with this phenomenon. Dreams – can be weird or wonderful, and while some people make a study out of them. I donâ€™t. I donâ€™t usually look for meaning; only entertainment.
I used to have tai chi dreams all the time. I believe I learned some good lessons in my sleep â€” especially in push hands. Go figure.
The other night I had one such dream. Iâ€™m writing about it, because unlike most all my dreams, the feelings this one gave me, have lasted. I am still comforted by the dream on a physical and emotional level and I could not be happier.
The drama in New Mexico continues. For a while there I was getting email after email or phone call after phone call from people I donâ€™t know, who were all in our business about the what, where and why fore of putting dadâ€™s life away.
There are some problems that were unforeseen, but Art and Ty are on it and will solve them. I don’t have to concern myself with it all. I can stay up here in the frozen north, and do my best to provide support to my brothers as best I can.
Butâ€¦ I was getting all chewed up inside with the â€œothersâ€ who well meaning or not, are having a field day. It was hard not to engage and stay classy.
The other night in my dreamâ€¦
My teacher Sam came for a visit. In the dream, he dropped in on a class I was teaching in the training field on Bowen Island. He came mostly to provide comfort and condolences on dadâ€™s death.
When I started to tell him of the hub bub – Sam raised his hand, palm out. “Stop, Jan” he said, “Don’t get caught in the drama â€” that isn’t who you are.”
I had an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. This feeling has continued to stay with me. I realize, Iâ€™m okay.
Once again, I’m grateful. Sam has always been able to find and hold my centre. Especially when I have trouble staying in my legs.
Now though, I feel I’ve reclaimed my centre. I’m able to step back from the side show that is going on down south. Today, instead of engaging in what is not my business, I am able to think of some of the good times and enjoy some of the positive memories I had with my dad.
It doesnâ€™t matter to me how lessons come. What matters is that I learn.
FYI â€” I donâ€™t do drama. Itâ€™s not who I am.