The Dream That Dwells in the Soul
“Beauty calls us beyond ourselves and it encourages us to engage the dream that dwells in the Soul.” John O’Donohue
At times in our lives we are reminded to harvest the beauty from within. It can’t be seen….but felt.
This beauty calls for stillness so that she may be heard amidst lives of doing.
It was this call that had me keeping to my loft bed the other morning with a warm quilt, a view of the mini-pollinator garden on my deck, the green backdrop of trees and the sound of Wolf Creek below.
As women we most often feel compelled to “keep things going”, serve until we have nothing left to give, and never ever be idle. This comes from a long lineage of women before us who’s lives and culture dictated they constantly be engaged.
We had little time for dreams beyond ourselves and the work at hand.
Yet it is within the clear and open space of stillness – of simply being – that the nature of who we are is seen and honored.
As I sat propped up in bed feeling perfectly healthy (one must be “sick” to stay in bed!) there were moments of feeling I should be “doing something”, but this old internal conversation died a peaceful death as I listened to a call much stronger.
To simply rest and be present to the unfolding moment. What richness dwells there!
What if we dedicated time on a regular basis to simply dwell quietly in the unfolding moments without agendas, schedules or demands?
No distractions from electronic devices, but a place where such things as gardens, nature, books, blank canvases and a fountain pen are the “tools” of the day.
One might call this “fasting” – the popular diet fad right now – from everything, anything or person that takes away from making love with the beauty within.
From this space the dreams have room to show themselves with no time constraint or restriction.
They are launched from the beauty of expansive stillness and inspired from the body at rest.
Without self judgement or guilt around actually doing nothing….and accepting everything.
Embracing the moment, dozing in the comfort and gestating the dreams beyond doing.
The dream that dwells in the heart then has room to breathe and make itself know beyond identities that may claim you.
Fertile ground for acknowledgement and acceptance.
Rich soil where roots can dig down and true nature can take over…
telling the story of the possibilities of our dreams.
Gaye Abbott, 5/30/19