Between my deep sleep of flying and good morning to the world, a dream crept in.
An older woman and I were standing on the porch of a beach cottage facing the ocean and breathing in the sunlight. Giant waves thundered towards us, while gulls soared and glided on the wind.
The older woman, eyes closed and clearly drinking in the moment through her senses, responded by warmly squeezing my hand when I reached for hers.
I gasped tearily, “Do I need to remember everything that led to this moment? This is my dream and I want to forget the grueling journey that came before this. Do I need to remember it, or can I let it go?”
“Both” she said. She reached up and a huge seagull came to her and sat on her hand. “You need to remember the distress with all of your might, and you need to let it go with every breath.”
“What does that mean?”
“You will figure it out.”
And I woke up to my singing meadow of birds and wild wind in the trees.