Dreaming myself into a new world.

I’ve noticed that I’ve been daydreaming lately. The kind of dreams that you hope come true. My relationship with dreaming is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s hard for me to see beyond my current reality. To imagine the possibilities of health and happiness and joy that live in the potential. But sometimes it’s easier to dream. Does this level of ease depend on how resourced I am at the moment? Or maybe it’s intuition…what feels like a dream is really a vision of what’s coming.

Dreaming requires that I consciously disrupt the habitual auto-pilot of my daily life. I need time and space where I’m not doing or worrying or distracting. Where I feel grounded enough to move into the realm of possibility. To let go of my grip on the known and let myself drift into the unknown. To feel that child-like lightness and excitement for what could be.

I want to know what’s possible beyond this reality. If I don’t allow myself to dream…to sit in the mystery…I limit my own potential for the expansion I seek. If I base my dreams on past experience, I’m not leaving room for the impossible to reveal itself. And right now, it seems like the impossible is exactly what we all need. In the midst of the chaos and confusion in the world, I am willing to believe in miracles more than ever. To dream myself into a new world, a new reality, with more love, peace and freedom for all beings.