The Magic of Spring & Dreaming.

Last September I had a dream that I was told ‘The book of dreams is in Palo verde.’ I spent the last 2 seasons attempting to interpret and research the history of Palo Verde, eventually leaving the rest up to the stars.

This year, for our Spring Pause (a time for rejuvenation when we make space to go away for a few weeks), it led us to two places across two different states— geoglyphs bordering a small city named ‘palo verde’ and an extended stay in the desert amongst the Palo verde trees in SW Arizona. Both sites held big lessons and discoveries of personal growth.

I’ve gathered that the magic of Spring & dreaming is that one small dream can blossom into the revealing of things firmly rooted long ago.

In my life thus far, many of my dreams have had a timespan of occurring, or happening in waking life, anywhere from next day to within a few years later. I’ve kept a dream log since I was a teenager and what I’ve gathered is that the dreams received around portal times on the wheel of the year are like receiving little nuggets of gold. They seem to have more weight to them and deep wisdom that often realigns and helps me gather back a misplaced part of my spirit or perspective.

Two years ago, I dreamt my dad would invite my sisters and I to the desert for a celebration. It was a magical dream that filled a darker part of my heart with real, felt joy. When he invited us to the desert this year for that very dream come true, I was excited to my core! It was happening just as I had dreamt it. At the very last moment, there was a change to the plan beyond our control and it ended up being my sisters and I gathering in the desert. At first it felt like the dream I had years before, slipped right through my fingers and I was grasping at the beautiful memory I already experienced in my dream, as if it were untrue now that it wasn’t a reality in my waking life. How could it be happening this way if I dreamt it already the other way?

I’ve often wondered about the magic in experiencing things twice, in dreams and in this reality and having the privilege to feel both. In the middle of our trip in the desert, I had a dream of a big death and woke up to a large boom of thunder, rain and howling wind that came out of nowhere. I was given proper space to grieve and receive a gift of perspective. What I learned from this trip is that our dreams are enough. I don’t feel lack when I’ve dreamt an experience I know I won’t have in this reality, because I’ve been there in another. Which is the real reality anyways?

The dreams woven into our waking life are the ones typically thought of as the “intuitive dreams”. What I’m gathering now, is that any dream can be intuitive whether or not it’s experienced in the same iteration in our waking life. The duality of this existence is rooted in having varying experiences on multiple planes and learning to integrate them and receive wisdom from both.

Dreams help us see, feel, express, heal, gather and be; so is a felt sense we have from a dream enough? For me, I see now it is. Having an emotionally cathartic and fulfilling experience whether dreaming or waking is a valid and honest way to reorient, heal and grow.

There is no more of “It was just a dream”, but instead I have learned, that any vision is enough to feed my soul if it feels true to me. I’m coming home from the desert with perspective on grit, beauty, intuition and dreaming in ways I’ve only dreamt about— and what a gift it is to dream.