An psychoanalyst once told me she would rather run through the streets naked rather than tell a stranger her dream. hahaha.
I don’t believe dreams work that way. I’ll just leave it there.
So I had this dream. I was walking through an interactive art exhibit at night. It was an old town with walls all around me and a wading pool in the middle. Music was playing and there were lights and movies being projected onto the walls and water. I had to step into the water to get through the exhibit, and when I did there were sharp roller balls that hurt terribly. (I had indeed gone to bed with my feet hurting). The temptation was to hurry through the water to get through the pain, but it distorted the images and then what was happening got out of sync. The only way to do it was to walk slowly and accept the pain.
At the end of the exhibit there was an old crone and a lost child. The old crone told me that at the end of my life I would always have all my pain.
The words stuck with me for days, and then the penny dropped.
I will always have all my pain, whatever it is. But it is possible for me to miss the beauty all around me- by rushing through it, distorting it or focusing too much on it. But I am the one who has to balance on those rollers to find my way.
Help me see the beauty, find the balance, and accept all the pain that is mine.