I'm ready to find the pony. But maybe I have to dig through a little more shit first. As some of my less pastoral friends and family put it, it could be worse. I could be dead. So I've got that going for me.
Now today I am healthier than I have ever been. I will not lie to you and say every day is perfect, but I have learned how to make each and every day be the best it can be. I have a daily routine that keeps me centered to weather any storm.
Now, if you do dream about actual money, that doesn't necessarily mean that you are coming into financial wealth (sorry -- don't shoot the messenger). Remember, our dreams speak in the language of symbols.
There's a piano tucked into the corner like a baby in a bassinet. It's guarded by a pair of guitars. But these instruments play second fiddle to the incense. There is none burning, yet the living room is filled with the memory of its sweet, seductive scent.
For centuries, indigenous people have incorporated shamans as an integral part of their societies. When accepted by their tribes these shamans play multiple roles. One important function is that of healers.
The ability to change our inner story relies on our ability to see its value. In order to see its value we have to take time to understand what we're telling at present and know how we want to write it differently.
The earth is speaking to us, but we're not listening. The air is speaking to us, but we're not listening, because we made the conscious choice of closing our hearts. Whenever this happened, I don't know, but right now we don't have the time to lose.
In all, I took the off-road adventure, self-creating my own shamanic path without the guideposts and maps we are used to finding on spiritual quests, a feat common to many modern seekers on broken paths in this cultural melting pot.
I know it's still several weeks away, but the last harvest is upon us, which means a chance to explore our own darkness and reserves is coming, too. Take some time now to think about the accomplishments of this year.