The Earth--The Mother

Today I had the weirdest feeling of something I wanted to do. 

I could see myself laying face down on the ground, which was hard dry dirt.  I grabbed the dirt in my hands, and it being so dry, went through my fingers smoothly. 
I then felt as if I wanted to push my hands in further to the soil, and it was pliant and obeyed my hands.
I pushed further and further into the earth, the soil getting more moist as I went down. 
I finally found a heart: I could feel the warmth, the love, the tenderness.
It was Mother Earth: She had been waiting for me to find her; waiting for me to realize I had to dig through the dirt which was all around me. 
Once I found her, I was invited to stay, to curl up next to her, to sleep.
My body followed the path my hands had made, and soon I was next to her. 
I slept in peace, knowing I was finally safe.

My Afternoon Nap

I woke this afternoon from a nap of such a resting magnitude; it was hard to bring myself to the fact of needing to be of the world again.

It is irrelevant what the dream was composed of; just images to be washed away with the water of wakefulness.  The part of which I so wanted to hold onto was the feeling of physical ability; the ability to walk around without concern for pain, the ability to do a job I used to do quite well, and to be able to socialize and truly feel happy.

I was able to wear clothes I dearly love, but which I haven’t worn in over 5 years due to my illnesses keeping me in the house.  I was able to use my mind to interact with the customers who were famous, but as my normal real life persona would have done, I just chatted and joked with them, and then left without making a big deal of who they were.  A couple of men I know in real life, but can’t recall right now, were helping me redesign part of a store.  They had respect for me, and we were all working as equals.

Strength, joie de vivre, and happiness were mine for a short while. Then, along came the water: gently washing my chalk painting away, yet throwing me to shore with the strength of a tsunami. Since I am not afraid of water, but cherish it and understand it, I look forward to the next wave into the dreamland of my mind.