A day later than I promised, but I did it. I painted my dream and now I’ll tell its story.

For years – and years – I’ve been writing a book. I might call it, “ Memoirs of an Urban Wild Woman”- or I might not. In 2008, February 29^th I woke for the second time that day at 8:46 a.m. I had this dream in response to my request for inspiration in restarting the manuscript:

I’m in another place and time experiencing myself as a baby being born. I emerge from the uterine confines of warmth and darkness into a softly lit, shadow dappled world filled with warm hands tenderly holding, my ears swooning with the oooohs and aaaahs of enchanted human endearment accompanied by a symphony of meadow larks larking, chickadees twittering, bees buzzing, ravens warbling, snakes slithering, flames crackling, waters burbling, winds shooshing and caressing, grass blading, seeds popping, stalks stretching, leaves unfurling, buds blossoming, flowers perfuming, cats purring, beetles clicking, ants trailing, mice chittering, dog gamboling, mouth suckling, warmth guzzling, breath revealing, sweat informing, melted butter hands stroking my nakedness cradled in warm sensory surround.

“I have come home!”

Primal infant awareness of sheer joy prior to words, but I need those words now to describe the felt-sense of gratitude for the truth of my embodied connection. I am home.

If you were born in a high rise, clanging, blinding, measuring, weighing, calculating, sterilizing hospital, as I was, you had no chance to arrive home. Think about the ramifications.

From a different vantage point, Richards echoes this wisdom in the Epilogue – She is on Her Way which concludes his book Cosmosophia: “If we are to once again experience the cosmos as our womb, to participate meaningfully in the awesome event called the Universe, then we must simply walk outside, pause, and look at the shining stars, or see a child being born, or listen to a tree’s leaves rustling in the wind, and be amazed. Until we regain this capacity, no set of ideas can save us from ourselves.”

Imagine how differently we all would live if we remembered to wonder, simply wonder…

Ahhhhhh time to take my precious fingers away from the treasured keyboard, open the door and step outside.

Let me know how you relate to these ideas, this dream.

Thank you…