Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with creating a manifesto reflecting wonders, curiosities, and delights currently captivating me – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply charming-to-me words.
E is for…
euneirophrenia – the peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams
Ah, deep sigh of contentment here. This happens to be one of my favorite states, and every morning that starts with euneirophrenia is pure delight to me.
I am, and have been for as long as I can remember, been a prolific dreamer. I pay attention to my sleeping dreams. I have strong beliefs about the profound spiritual nature of dreaming, and know dreams to be both personal gifts and collective communal experiences as well.
I’m quite fond of Marsha Norman’s observation:
“Dreams are illustrations…from the book your soul is writing about you.”
Dreams challenge us to know ourselves better. They invite us to learn a richly expressive, oh-so-beautiful private language. They invite us to remember, in the most simple way, that we are so much more than we often experience ourselves as in our often-limited daytime vision of ourselves.
On the whole as a culture, we don’t honor or respect dreams, and so they become fraught with all kinds of needless challenge. We aren’t encouraged to remember them, or work with them, or put them into the context of everyday occurrence. And while believe dreams are treasures certainly, they can be approached easily, gently, as an everyday friend.
I engage with my dreams in many ways, but one of my favorite things to do is express the dream in art form. For me this bringing of what I’ve experienced in another realm into the physicality of this realm is anchoring. A sort of weaving threads between dimensions.
I have three dreamscapes that I find myself in frequently in dreamtime, and I can almost always guarantee I’ll wake with a sense of euneirophrenia afterwards.
One is in a forest at midnight, where I’m surrounded by a circle of magical animals, some always the same and some new visitors each time. Under the star-filled sky, in the deep quiet of the night, each creature has a blessing to deliver, or a word of encouragement or some gift to share. While this is the story line my mind creates to help me remember, my soul self understands I’m really meeting in other dimensions with various members of my Light Councils. My dream is my way of holding on to that in my waking life; a way of conceptualizing the wholeness of all, knowing that there is no separation. Magic, magic everywhere.
Another frequent and delightful setting is in my grandmother’s garden from when I was a child. There is always a small garden table, which is never the same but always intriguingly designed. And finally, there’s a dream setting where the top of my head is hinged so it can be opened and a flashlight shone into it. Being lit from within, you can see my insides area covered in mysterious languages, codes and geometric shapes.
I’m deeply appreciative of my dreams. They’ve given me a deep and sacred practice that I’ve been exploring since I was a child. They’ve given me fodder for countless journals; they’ve piqued my curiosity about countless things; and led me to deep connections with other dreamers. They’ve given me laughter; and bizarre and astonishing images that I rush to capture sketches of so I won’t forget. They are magical! And I beg them to never stop sending me these secret encoded messages; those nightly tickets to the best theater ever; those treats I enjoy as they are unfolding and then again when I consider them upon wakening.
I relish euneirophrenia and the echo it brings from one dimension into another. I want to start all my mornings this way.
What about you? Do you pay attention to your dreams? Experience euneirophrenia? Done any dream art? Do tell – you know I love to hear.