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Trees, Light, Dreams & Reaching Out

My mind has been with the trees lately.
For now, they remain stripped back to their essential winter state.
Something deep within me clings to these bare open arms, these silhouettes...


I had a dream about the trees ~

I was stationed all alone and before my eyes a huge tree appeared,
surrounded by smaller trees, the trees formed a copse with the huge tree transmitting light.
Lighting the ground where I stood, I marveled at the tree emitting the light and felt an affinity with it...

All of a sudden the tree copse and the light lifted and transported itself to a distant place.
I was alarmed for I wanted to be in the company of the trees and remain within the beautiful light.
I called to the huge tree from a distance and asked that they return to me.  Immediately the
tree copse uprooted again and came back, but they didn't come so close, a little way away
but within reach with a little effort!

After recalling my dream I thought about the science fiction film Avatar, which featured a huge sacred tree that sustained both physically and spiritually the indigenous Na'vis from the Planet Pandora. How the sacred tree rejuvenated the Na'vis who slept under it's bows with their tails plugged into the earth where the tree roots were and how this replenished them throughout the night.

My Tree Dream Interpretation ~

My tree represents Source and spiritual light, a gift.
I may plug into Source
through my Divine connection for sustenance.
Sometimes Source seems to be far away,
disconnected,
I feel not plugged in.
I have to reach out for the light, 
to re-connect,
but when I reach out, 
call out, there is a response.
So I make the effort to reach the light 
trusting Source for strength and sustenance...

Of course Source is always there, it's just the way it seems...

Sending to ~
Postcards from Paradise




Comments

carol l mckenna said…
Creative photo editing ~ for PCFP ~ thanks,

artmusedog and carol
www.acreativeharbor.com
rebecca said…
dearest sue,
i love that we are both waking to the light, reaching for the oneness that comes from an open heart.
i love your dream.
i love your wisdom.
i love your calling out.
xoxo
Reaching out means the difference between feast and famine!

Golden Journey Fruit

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