But, I am not the only one.
There is a place, a precious space, for dreamers, inside the world and influence of other dreamers. They… the other dreamers are sacred. They can fan the flames of your dream, when you cannot. Even if their dream and your dream are not entirely the same.
I guess it is in the “knowing.”  It is that  presence of the dream that one cannot deny, that is recognizable only to another dreamer. I am learning that is a sacred connection, not shared by all.
I am sometimes overwhelmed by the competitiveness of some, and the negative energy they can bring. There is a certain misunderstanding that somehow God only placed a limited amount of success in the “cookie jar” and if one person experiences success or achievement of their dreams, even in a small way, that it limits the rest in some way.
I don’t believe that to be true. I believe that dreams, and the achievement of them, is limitless. I actually think that the act of fulfilling dreams actually put more “cookies” into the jar. In some amazing mystical way, success breeds success.. dreams realized, creates  more dreamers, and before one knows it.. we are knee-deep in…… “cookies.”
As I have sat home this winter… trying hard to get healthy, I have had time to contemplate life… mostly my life. What has worked for me and what hasn’t, the people who come and those that leave… I have spent countless hours in tears trying to gain an understanding, wondering what I could and should differently… Until this….
My NP gave me some herb concoction to help me sleep… she warned that with the herb comes some interesting dreams sometimes….Since I haven’t recalled a night dream in years, I blew it off. The first week of taking the herb nothing… not even peaceful sleep, so I blew them off too. Until last night, after doing more research and learning I could take more, and I did. I fell asleep easily and woke up feeling more rested than I have in quit some time. Ah!!! I thought.
Still fighting vertigo, I lay on the end of my bed preparing to do an exercise prescribed by my Chiropractor, laying my head at a 45 degree angle, my mind went to a dream I had during the night. One that somehow, oddly made life seem more clear.
I was sitting around a table with friends playing cards. In order to get the hand I needed to win, I had to discard other cards.. good cards… but, not cards that could help me get to the end of the game with a winning hand. As I discarded, others around the table might pick up the discarded card.. it worked in their hand. I also noted, that at times the cards I held onto in the beginning, needed to be discarded to change my course, to strengthen my hand. As I lay there, waiting for my vertigo to leave, I found peace in the knowing that there isn’t good and bad cards… there is just those needed to get to the win.
Now laying on my right side, the room spinning around me, I thought also of the portion of the dream where I picked up a card that I had discarded earlier, as somehow through the course of the game, things circled back and now there was a place for that card.
As I sit here today, so thankful for those that God has put into my path, whether it be lifelong friends, doctors, people who have recently come into my life to remind me of the dream… I can say, I feel blessed by the hand that I am holding.. It is filled with dreamers and dream catchers…
So go ahead. You may say I am a dreamer, but I am not the only one.
A Cowgirl Called 