Every event has its course and its purpose....

Dream Truths

Snuggled in the corner of the comfortable couch she stared out the large picture window at the night sky, at the moon and the stars. She closed her eyes to listen to the night sounds, the wind as it whispered through the trees, and felt herself drifting into sleep.

Her 'dream' thoughts took her to a place - a bookstore - where she had a part-time job. She saw herself in the small but well-stocked store, comfy chairs set out for browsing readers. She looked different. She wore a wide silver bracelet, many rings. Her salt and pepper colour hair was styled in a chic sort of way and her clothes were a kind of 'Joe Fresh' cool. She was helping a middle-aged customer with finding something gripping to read. She worked in the store several days a week and spent the rest of her time volunteering, writing, and simply puttering around her home. She awoke with a start from her fantasy, trying to hold on to the message that the dream was relaying to her. She sat upright and flung the quilt from her shoulders.

The past few years had had their share of hardship and unkindness and she had worked very hard to rid herself of the negative events and painful memories. She had finally uncluttered her emotions and had begun to feel wonderfully free. She was confused now, though, with the nagging pull that her dream had awakened in her. Some thought in the back of her mind made her wonder if there was still some purging needed before she could freely enter the next phase of her life.

And so she began to think about all of the unnecessary clutter in her home. There was so much of it and the notion of getting rid of it all - of downsizing (which she needed to do if she was to put in motion her desire to move to a small town and 'start over') - aggravated and discouraged her.  It would be so much work, but it needed to be done if she was to clear a path for her new journey.

She decided to give things away. There was a second-hand furniture store she had always liked to browse in and she made a deal with the owner to take away - for free - all of the large items she did not want to move with her. Neighbours in her sub-division took all her pantry staples - her Arvinder Indian Spices, her Maple Syrup jars, her home-made cranberry sauce, her canned goods, her jars of pickles. She packed and put aside everything else she didn't need to use daily.  

The de-cluttering process had prepared her way to place new footprints along her life journey.  She had seen so many people take the bull by the horns and it was now her time to do the same. From this moment on she would live her life in the moment - enjoying the best of each day - and existing in an environment that would meet her needs in a fulfilling way. And so she embarked on her new path, allowing herself to make decisions that were for and about herself. The next stage of her life was set to begin. She sat again in the corner of her couch - this time, though, picturing herself walking into the bookstore, unknotting her scarf, sliding out of her coat, and walking the aisles as she searched for something she knew she would find.....