Last night I had a dream that I had a baby. This was not just any birth, though. It was all me - on my own. At first I didn't understand what was happening. Finally I realized there was a head coming out, so I squatted down and got to business. I think there were some people cheering me on, but I caught the baby on my own, and rubbed her back as she took her first breath. And, boy, She was beautiful.
As many of you know, I am a counselor with a Jungian bent, so I was all about this dream. Especially given that it occurred right after starting this blog, and publicly claiming my body, and everyone's right to their bodies.
So, now it is official according to my dreams. I am reborn in this effort. I feel new, and wobbly. I feel the burn of the first few breaths. I feel vulnerable, but I also feel myself being held. I feel the energy of new life, and the passion of new ideas. Since I get to be all the characters in my dream (I love dreamwork!), I am also the mother in this endeavor. Thank goodness, because I need some of that "mama bear" courage and fire! The dream tells me that I am can gently and powerfully bring in a new me, and new work in my life. And, it speaks to my newfound sense of autonomy and inner strength.
I have no idea where this will take me, but I am glad to finally be "out," and sharing my journey.