Friday, December 08, 2017
I had very strange dream last night where the theme was displacement. A series of problems cropped up and the answers were given to me by the many, past and present in my life, standing around me. We were on a cliff looking down at the strand below as the waves gently rolled in and out.
One of the many problems I had was having a baby and not knowing what to do with her and asking those around me for help. The answer came back: displacement
Another was the feeling of homelessness, I knew there was no home and never would be. Displacement.
Some of those surrounding me had long passed. And I knew this and it was OK.
As they all uttered this one word at me every time I shared my feelings or posed a question, I remember tuning them out and looking down at the strand, this long stretch of unlimited pristine sand, and thinking: I need to get down there. I need to make my own footprints, I need to place myself. Ill find my own answers to these complex questions.
I found it a powerful dream. My missing daughter's birthday is tomorrow. December is a fraught month for me. I despise all this Christmas cheer and massive consumerism. Somewhere along the way the message of quiet, peace and reflection was lost. Solstice helps. The coming of the Light and gratitude, the welcoming of another season of renewal.
I have a sense of unease, not unlike the theme of Displacement. Home is an internal feeling I seem to have lost.
My dream needs no intense analysis.
Displacement is a theme running loud and clear through my entire family of origin.
Do any of you out there have a strong, anchored feeling of "place"?