Now whooooo is that famous person who said “Some dance to remember. Some dance to forget”?
Oh yes! It’s the famous Hotel California line. But hey, before you get excited, do allow me to express upfront that this is not that kind of story. It’s sadly not about a wild youth filled with drugs. Wrong storyteller.
It’s about:
Dreaming
Dancing
Remembering
and Forgetting.
It was nearly full moon of the Winter Solstice and I was in a full moon kind of mood. So, along I went to a “Sacred Dreaming and Dancing” Ceremony. I thought it would be an hour long. It turned out to be more than 6 hours. Yes, 6 hours of dancing. Beyond midnight.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a beyond-midnight kind of person. Those same people will also tell you about my stamina. I am a weakling on both fronts.
But, I needed to dream.
And I do have an amazing imagination. So, I pressed on. I visualised myself with long grey hair, living in a stone house on top of a beautiful hill where I could see the ocean down below. The house in the dream was full of light in Summer, full of melancholy in Winter. And, as the seasons changed, so would my soul-inspired writing. I would be guided by my intuition to write about Gratitude, Grace, Love and Blessings during the 10 month long summer and Sorrow, Loss and Fear during Wintertime. God knows, I could write about all those things with absolute ease.
So I danced.
I tried some of my sexy belly-dance vibes at first but soon enough eased into something a lot more Kate Middleton. More my zone, actually.
And so I started to remember:
I remembered my power to create. The absolute magic of visualisation. I remembered my dreams as a child. I remembered every single step I have taken and continue to take towards my dream.
At the end of the 6 hours, I was in a bad mood. I was cold. I was tired. But mostly, I was pissed off. They had told us we would EAT and then presented us with cold (organic no doubt) paw paw. Paw paw at midnight? That’s the part I wish to FORGET!
Still, I jumped into bed that night happy, satisfied, full of smiles. But on second thoughts, perhaps it was just the Big Mac from the DriveThru that did that.
© A Heart Full of Stories, 2016
P.S. Friends, do allow me to wish you well with your own dreaming. Hold on to the vision. See it clearly. But please, do remember that it is never too late to dream a new dream. Change that shit if you change your mind! Nothing is cast in stone. This is YOUR life. YOUR dreams. YOUR way!
Aluta continua, as they say….
Lee Mayimele - Writer 