dreaming of a new world

by: annette diamantopoulos

"in the beginning was the dream. through the dream all things were made, and without the dream nothing was made that has been made." ~ thomas berry
 

what a glorious, dreamy day!
 
while all my men were out of the house safely exercising their bodies and souls, i spilled out from the small second floor office into me time!
 
sweet!
 
so i put on frampton – let him 'show me the way' - and started dancing through the house -- imagining new colors on the walls - noticing new patterns and possibilities ... daydreaming all the way up to my magic place - the attic.

the attic is a space of transformation - where writing discovered a real deep sadness hidden between 'the ringing in my ears' and some outdated, small story of me! it was a place where i dared to dream, where i learned the skills to descend into my darkness and where i ascended into a life filled with light and healing. and, though it was hard, i’d handed it over to my youngest a few years ago when i recognized the sound of his own heart longing to expand beyond the small bedroom he was born into.

along the way i saw objects coming together, recognizing that, though i first chose these objects from the heart of creativity there was some deeper understanding - some formula of merchandising that conceded to the law of triads. i recognized there was a spontaneous agreement in contrasting color and shape and tone and texture. and as i paused, and looked again from a place of complete emptiness, i saw in the relationship of these objects a purpose and meaning of which i was unaware, even though it was i who actioned myself upon these objects.

suddenly, the goddess kali - a form of shakti (creation) - was stomping on a volume of jane austen (repression), beneath a mandala of buddha's journey (awakening). and ishtar (goddess of war and love) was standing boldly on poe (shadows) under the stupa of the conquest of mara (death).

this was amazing! ... amazing because it reflected an authentic hand that i couldn't repeat - that i couldn't consciously replicate, because the authentic is in constant motion, and believing i could copy this experience would be the number one sin - just missing the mark in the humility that all must change.

i ascended to the third floor and paused at the top of the stairs, first looking at the pile purged out of the crawl space (while catching flying squirrels) now sprawled onto the floor near the bench seat, then shifting toward the tugging discomfort in my jaw, neck and throat - discontent.
 
i noticed this and, in that instant, this super-sonic brain sifted through quantum leaps of images now long lost; and, before I could be pulled away by the ‘drag’ of judgment or from the nightmare of my consumption (the inflatable mattresses, outdated comforters, mismatched luggage, holiday wreaths and baby clothes) -  i imagined it all put away, given away, cleared away.
 

poof! i remembered the space before it had been hidden, even before it was created! 

in an instant, i imagined finishing the built-in closet, shifting my son’s bed, bringing up my new turntable and albums - frampton and my desk - creating a music lounge at the top of the stairs and repurposing the bookshelf. in an instant, i imagined an integrated space that welcomed him when he came home from college, but which also let me expand while he was away.
 
but, I couldn’t do it alone. to actuate this dream i needed a plan and i needed brawn - a carpenter with vision - and the heartfelt willingness of those around me to contribute to my happiness. i needed my family - my husband and my sons. indeed, this was the dance of creation - between shakti and shiva - between masculine and feminine - between thought and manifestation.

and, in an instant, it all became very clear, how, in this very same way, our world needs to dream - to learn the skills of shifting discontent to possibility - to shift from fear to love - to shift from possession to creation - to shift from a pile of consumption to a vision of potential.

so, what are you waiting for? dream big!
connect with the vision of the world that you want to see, feel, live!

it's possible, but only if you can believe and imagine it.