I have been having some very weird dreams lately. Like totally bizarre. Even more unusual is that fact that I have been waking up and remembering them pretty much every day, and usually there is more than one.
Take this morning for instance. I first wake up and start remembering a dream with Wayne Dyer in it. In real life, he recently passed away. In my dream however, he was still very much alive, and it was his wife who had recently passed away. I found myself comforting him and trying to hold space while at the same time protecting his need to grieve privately. Very strange. Even more strange, I woke up to an e-mail from a friend in which she referenced him.
Anyway, Wayne Dyer aside, I had another dream about two men - one called Push, and the other called Shove. (Yes, I'm serious). In my dream, they were like those characters in the the "Mr. Men & Little Miss" books, like Little Miss Sunshine or Mr. Silly, and the dream played out like one of those stories.
In the story, Push was constantly getting himself in trouble and coming to Shove for advice. It's like he would go into a situation and try something and it wouldn't work… he didn't get the result he had hoped for. He would get totally freaked out and go running up the hill to Shove's house. Shove would sit and listen and coach him around how he could proceed and Push would go back to the situation and successfully resolve it. That's all I really remember actually. But it has stuck with me all morning and into the afternoon. Right now it's Sunday afternoon coffee/muffin time at my house, so I decided to look up the idiom "When push comes to shove" and here is what it says:
And now I have to laugh. Like REALLY laugh. This is SO what is happening in my life right now…on so many levels. I can easily see parts of my life where I am like Push… trying something and then running away/retreating because I have perceived that it wasn't received well. In other ways, I am like Shove, literally holding a space for people to debrief circumstances in their life and then get back out there!
Sitting here reflecting on it all, I can see that overall I am at a "When Push comes to Shove" moment. I am re-emerging (again) from yet another transformation. And it inspires me to have so much compassion for the "Push" part of me that keeps allowing herself to be seen and then running up the hill to the solace of "Shove's" sanctuary.
Dreaming is so funny, isn't it?
Happy Beautiful Sunday to y'all.
Nahanni, Dancing Coyote Woman