I had a dream the other night that left me with such an intense feeling of joy, I felt compelled to write it down to capture every detail. I couldn’t even complete a sentence before the essence of the dream started to fade. I pictured it so clearly in mind but each time I chose a word to describe what I experienced, the vision faded. I finally closed my eyes and tried to immerse myself back into the feeling of the dream. Words failed me.
I’ve often wondered if when we die, we become connected to God and the loving energy of the universe directly, without a filter. We become part of everything and each other. I’m fascinated with quantum physics and the idea that we’re all literally connected right now. Intellectually, I can see how that may work but to be honest, I don’t really get it.
What I was able to experience in my dream is that there is a part of me (of all of us) that simply knows. Intuition is a part of it but gut feelings are so easily discarded with the appearance of “facts”. In my dream, I experienced everything with my entire being. Trying to put it into words ruined it all, much like it’s doing now. Those of you who meditate or do yoga probably know what I’m talking about.
I’m becoming more aware of how words frame and influence our perceptions. It’s sometimes impossible for me to look at my beautiful little girl and just think beautiful. My mind travels from her beauty to what she’s going to eat for lunch to how messy her room is in a flash of a moment. When the year started, I decided that my word for the year was going to be listen. Not interpret, not analyze, not expound. The challenge is to listen without words.