Several days ago I wrote this post noting that I’d been having trouble remembering my dreams. While I’ve not been as diligent about my morning pages as I had hoped, I have been meditating both first thing in the morning as well as another sit just before I go to bed.
Besides just being a lovely spiritual bookend for the day, the practice is serving to slow the whirring hamster wheel. In doing so, dreams have begun to slip back into my memory. At first it was shards and shreds. Thursday morning, however, I awakened with a warm and solid film strip of memories of the stories that had wended their way through my dream state during the evening.
There’s nothing like waking up with a smile.
I took advantage of the grounded state to sit in my backyard with my morning coffee, listening to the neighborhood chorus of birds and watching the sunrise turn the sky various shades of pink, shifting to gold and finally a burnished deep blue.
Pen to paper, this is what came to mind…
I woke this morning thinking of you.
A light smile draped
across my face,
soft and warm
as the images that graced my
journey through slumber.
The day already
in its dawn with your presence
even from a dream.