Here is an odd dream from last night. I went to sleep with the intention of seeing more clearly what prevents me from having the passion I used to have – up until the “dark night” some years ago. And during the early hours of the morning, I dreamed that what prevents this passion went from shapeless flowing strands into clearly formed plastic capsules, light blue and floating inertly around. They went from active and distributed to harmless and contained.
When I woke up, I experienced the lightness which was so characteristic of my mornings during the initial awakening phase (ten years). A lightness, enthusiasm and passion for being alive and for the day to come.
Very odd, especially since the “resolution” here did not involve any transformation, integration or insight. It was more of an emergency, band-aid containment. But I’ll take what I get.