Monday, August 1, 2011
The House of Me
There is a house I visit in dreams sometimes, a house I love so much. It is clean and bright, neither too small nor rambling. It perches at the top of a cliff overlooking a river that flows to the sea. Sometimes I own the house, but rarely. Almost always it belongs to someone else; I am renting or visiting. I love that house.
Last night I was part of a women's retreat there, hosted by the Brits. I waxed eloquent about my love of the place, reminding friends and family of my devotion, something they had somehow forgotten.
At last the retreat was over. I was sad to have to leave, gazing out the window one more time at the river flowing into the sea. One of the Brits read something aloud about how happy they were to dispatch the "Yanks." It hurt my feelings and created a lot of animosity among those of us there. We Yanks decide to battle the Brits when they came to take possession. We carefully planned an ambush, assembled every heavy item in the house to use as weapons.
The cast of characters assembled to battle for the house was surreal, including family members both living and dead, friends long forgotten and more recent, as well as characters like the giant from the Harry Potter film. Huh?? Where did I get that? I love dreams.
Though all of us on both sides attempted to fight, it was clear no one's heart was truly in it. During the retreat, we had bonded so deeply, no one wanted to fight. A sad yet loving peace was declared in which we understood how related we all were. At the end of the dream, we were figuring out how to share the house. We all belonged there. Extraordinary. What a dream, wow.
Perhaps this is a sign that the Discontentment of this long, dry, hot summer, is coming to an end. Or maybe I was channeling what was going down seven blocks away in the Capitol. A deal was reached in Congress to raise the debt ceiling late last night. I really hope my dream wasn't about the goings-on down the street. I want it to be all about inner aspects discovering that through the power of love and acceptance, all manner of roiling conflicts can be resolved. Can this dream PLEASE be about me? Yes?
Not that I'm sorry they came to a compromise down the street. That, too, is a relief. Onwards and upwards into August, hey? I say hey. Shalom.