I was inspired by two influences today; one visual and the other auditory.
I woke up this morning to the sonic serenade of Irish rockers U2 offering forth with their 2000 hit A Beautiful Day. My window view is of a cloud overhanging grey morning with drip drop rain and leaf dancing wind. Some people would see that as something less than beautiful. To the almost, not quite Spring flowers that are eagerly awaiting peeking out from dark Winter slumber, the rain is most welcome. It’s all about our perspective. I can tell you that I was grateful to be awakened from a dream that had me facing my own inner dark night. It focused on a new venture in which I am engaged that a person who has since passed more than a deacade ago (and in my dreams, often forgets that and requires my reminders) attempted to bully me out of my joy around it and take it over, expressing that I wasn’t capable or competent to succeed. No way was I about to allow him to do so, and in my dream, I engaged a female friend who is a a dynamic ally, to assist me in taking my own power back. I felt confused at first, thinking that events were occuring a decade or more ago and then remembered who I was, where and when I was and what I was capable of achieving. I recognized that sometimes in life, he gave voice to my own active inner critic and even in death, sometimes makes an unwelcome appearance with those same messages. To be fair, there were times throughout our relationship that he was an ardent cheerleader and likely now is on the celestial squad, whistling and clapping at my recent accomplishments. In the dream, I stood up to him/me, since I have heard over and over that each part of a dream is an aspect of the dreamer. As I stood my ground, I felt taller somehow, more in possession of my own place in the world, refusing to give up, as I would have in the face of disagreement in the past.
The dream left me wondering how deeply buried and insidious our self doubts can be. Do we surrender to them and let them wash over us, sweeping us away with the tide? Do we keep on swimming for shore, trusting that we can rest in between the waves and perhaps even ride them (kowabunga!) until the sands welcome us as we take respite? What visions do you have for yourself that your own inner bully attempts to confiscate? How can you awaken to the light of a beautiful new day?
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town
You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not movin’ anywhere
You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me now
I know I’m not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out(Day!)
It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
What you don’t have
you don’t need it now
What you don’t know
you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have
you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
It was a beautiful day
www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3Dco6WMzDOh1o A Beautiful Day by U2
The second, once my eyes could focus, was this pertinent poem by a woman who seems to be a kindred spirit, named Doe Zantamata. She is an author, poet, artist and photographer and clearly an inspirista and sister Opti-Mystic who sees the world (like I do) through the eyes of possibility. I knew it needed to be included in this Bliss Blog entry. Bless you, Doe. <3
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