This morning, I dreamed of my ex. He showed me a piece of land he’d bought, on the side of a mountain in Hawaii, with a view of a cove and sparkling water. It was a place he loved for the diving and its ability to take him deep into another world.
I woke from the dream with such a longing, and lay in bed wondering at the mystical feeling of the dream, the wanting, the ache for something I could not describe. I named it the longing for my heart’s desire. In the dream, my ex had articulated his. What is mine?
My heart’s desire is, in some respects, the life I have. It is to do creative work, to have adventures, to fill my life with relationships that are deep and joyous, to dance and laugh, to have, as George Strait croons, moments “that take my breath away.” It is also, as the dream tells me, to dive deep into the feminine waters of my own nature and mine the stories embedded at the bottom of the sparkly cove.
Friends would say I have my heart’s desire. But there is a difference between time alone to pursue intellectual or creative work and time alone to dive deep into the waters of one’s being, without an agenda or outcome. That is what I’ve missed and what I long for. This is the deeper journey of the heart.
This is the reminder my dream presents: to pay attention to the water beckoning and take my own personal “vacation.”
Your Story: When was the last time you dived deep into the waters of your own soul? If it’s been awhile, make a date with yourself to do just that.
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