I am a soldier in a war, and find myself on the outskirts of the war zone. I realize I have an opportunity to slip away, but instead decide to go into the war zone. It is, after all, my role. It seems guaranteed I will die, but – through what seems a miracle – I don’t.
At the end of the war dream, I am still around but am not sure if I am dead or alive in a conventional sense. All I know is that I am still around.
This dream reflects a shift in me, a sense of a deep and quiet embrace of whatever role life comes up with for me. A new possibility opens up. When roles come and go, there is the possibilty of a deep quiet embrace instead of struggling against it. On the surface it may seem terrible, but there is a beauty in this embrace.
Day residue: A Facebook friend of mine posting this as her status update:
Don’t worry about this world; it is not broken. And don’t worry about others. You worry more about them than they do. There are people waging war; there are people on the battlefield who are more alive than they’ve ever been before. Don’t try to protect people from life; just let them have their experience while you focus upon your own experience.