Last night I had a horrific dream.
In the dream I was riding along a California highway.
Daddio sat in the driver's seat and the older of his two sisters rode shotgun.
I was hiding in the backseat.
Every now and then I would lift my head and peek out over Daddio's shoulder, looking at the beautiful.
(no, I didn't forget a word)
He and his sister road mostly silently, every now and then saying "oooohhh" and "ahhhhh"
"look at that" or "haaaaaang on".
I didn't have to look to see what was happening, I could feel the car rounding steep corners.
"Slow down" I yell "you're going to kill us".
We're going over the side of a mountain, I am certain.
Or we'll fall into an ocean.
At any moment the earth is going to quake and the entire car will slide into a giant sink hole when California splits wide open.
Then later in my dream I find myself in the front seat, hunkered down next to Daddio, his arm heavy around my shoulders.
"Ohhhhhhh, look at that" he says as the car sails around yet another corner, this one steeper than the last.
As the car turns, I peek out from underneath Daddio and can see nothing but sky.
Then an edge.
I close my eyes because I don't want to see what's beyond the edge.
"Look at that" Daddio says, pulling me in tight.
When I do open my eyes I can only think of the car going over the edge.
Falling to the rocks and water below.
In my dream I force myself to go beyond my apprehension.
I force myself to keep my eyes open.
Pushing past the intense fear I'm feeling.
It's so bad I hold my breath and stiffen my body against Daddio's chest.
Just as suddenly as the fear threatens to swallow me whole, it lets me go.
The sights I'm seeing are taking my breath away, but this time, it's in a good way.
What is my dream saying?
That the car could go over the edge whether or not I look to see...?
True, but when I do look and see I'm delightfully and amazingly awestruck by the beauty of the view and the experience.
The good the bad, the bad the good.
The life boat I'm in, the one I'm hanging on dear to, could possibly spring a really big, gashing, gaping leaking hole,
it could tip and hold me underneath,
or, I could muster all my strength, wiggle out from underneath and allow myself to raise to the surface.
Toward the light,
up and over the edge
where there could possibly be...
more beauty to see and experience than I could have ever imagined.
Sounds like a plan.
Thanks so much for loaning me your ear (eyes).
|Sorry I can't credit where I found this photo,|
Google Images dropped me like a hot potato before I could capture the link.
PS... To Marmie and LD... I am sooo looking forward to our adventure..the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful.
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