Happy Bright Monday!
Today is known as Easter Monday by Roman Catholics, a huge chunk of Canada and some hearty folks in North Dakota. Easter Monday is also known as Bright Monday or Renewal Monday and is the perfect opportunity to mindfully (and brightly!) focus on my renewed commitment.
Last night I had a crazy dream
My sweetie and I were staying in a hotel in Oklahoma, one of those all-suite places for reasons that weren’t pertinent to the dream. At some point we heard that a large group of people were staying in the hotel too, in a section that had become a makeshift hospice for a young woman who was dying.
The group included many people connected to Reba McIntyre; the young woman was related to someone in her band.
We couldn’t help but get caught up in the drama, which, by the way, had little to do with Reba (although I did meet her!) and everything to do with me connecting with the young woman.
As I write this, I’m aware that I knew in my dream that any and all results from that connection were none of my business. I was just supposed to show up.
My young friend in LA
Also as I write this, I’m thinking of a young friend who is stranded in Los Angeles. She left Texas almost two weeks ago on a vacation that held deep and significant meaning to her. She also left in a car that finally broke down just outside of LA.
Yours truly thought the trip was ill-advised. No job, no money, my friend threw caution to the wind and laughed in the face of crone-wisdom that squawked about all the reasons why she shouldn’t go.
You see, I am the one with the crone wisdom since I’m twice my friend’s age. Oh, we never spoke about my righteous concerns for her wellbeing but I’m certain she would have laughed.
So I judged instead. I really hate my judgy self. I judged her before she left and I especially judged her when she set up an online funding campaign to fix her car and get her back to Texas.
Now it’s Easter Monday and I’m wondering how my Reba/dying girl dream relates to my judgy self.
I was willing to make a connection with that dying young woman in Oklahoma. No questions asked. In my dream I willingly practiced compassion, forgiveness, peace and love.
I just showed up and loved.
Do you suppose the dream and my internal dialogue about my stranded friend have anything to do with each other?
My gut says yes, in which case, there is work to do. First order of business: forgive myself for my human feelings. I suspect that compassion, peace and love will follow.
Then, I’ll know the right actions to take. Actually, I think I already do and it begins with just showing up, no questions asked, no motives questioned.
May your Monday be Bright with Renewal.