Well everybody that is going to, has probably posted their forecasts and resolutions for the New Year, except me. And I think I have heard enough post mordems for 201o. And so it begins again. A New Year, that is.
My resolution is to not put off those things that make life exciting, you know, those things one finds themself daydreaming about, but rarely takes action. Lately, the daydream I’ve been having is to fly. Where do I begin… Carlos Castenada… I read his first book of a series of seven (I think that’s the one) in around 1993. For the most part it was quite uneventful, however there were moments that I found quite hilarious. Anyway, I did NOT, and I repeat did NOT take peyote or any other drugs the night that I had a dream that I was a crow flying.
Okay, I know what your thinking, and I did NOT and I repeat did NOT eat any garbage or roadkill or stones, in fact when I was a crow I ate nothing. You must believe me, nothing at all.
The only thing I did when I was a crow was fly and soar. It was for just a brief moment, probably the shortest dream I have ever had. Although, it is the one dream I remember the most!
I awoke exhilerated, remembering it, trying fervishly to get back to sleep to return to my flight. I can still recall it, I flew over a field and through the open window of an old church turned into a schoolhouse. Once inside, I spied some children from my kindergarten class, they were children again and I was a crow soaring overhead, the children looked at me in wonder. It was as though I could hear their thoughts, they didn’t know wat had happened to me. As quickly as I came in, I went out through the open window on the far end of the schoolhouse and when I hit the sun – I awoke.
What does it mean? Did I leave my childhood behind me, did miss my childhood and have the desire to go back? Maybe, I felt as though I had left too much behind.
I don’t know. I may never know what it means. I do know that it felt amazing. Flying!
Some people say if you fly in a dream you have astrally travelled, now I don’t know about that. What I do know is that I have been able to experience that exhileration in my waking hours. Most recently through acting workshops which led to my participation in a play (hopefully more plays in my future and workshops too!).
I hope to experience that exhileration again at Flying Dreams http://www.flyingdreams.ca/home.shtml
My husband bought me a gift certificate for an eight week session of classes. I start this Tuesday and I’m so excited about flying again. I’ll let you know how it goes!
