In the dream my husband and I were going to visit some long lost relative of his. We were traveling with his uncle, though the uncle was my dear friend "Bucket". Bucket was a neighbor and a grandpa type figure to me when I was a child and he passed long ago.
He told us there was only one way to get to the area this distant relative lived. We proceeded to board a small open air train similar to what you would see at a zoo or amusement park at the edge of the most beautiful sound (the ocean inlet, not something musical) I had ever seen. There was no, seemingly, engine or lead car so sitting up front I had an unobstructed view of everything. It ran on tracks one hundred feet or so above the water, even with the bluffs.
Next to us there was a miniature steam train complete with engine and all enclosed. Bucket explained to us that it went fast and that it dropped off at the depot but this was the best way to get a true feel of the area. It also ran on tracks about one hundred feet up but unlike ours that would slowly descend this one stayed level and ended at the bluffs' height rather than going down to the waters edge.
I took pictures as our train and the miniature steam train started off. For those of you who know me personally, yes my head was about to explode with joy... two trains AND a bridge over water! It made complete sense that Bucket would be our guide as he was the one who inspired my magical love of trains.
Off we went the wind blowing through my hair and my camera clicking away as I tried to take in an overwhelming amount of beauty. It was a nice long ride and when we came to the end it did indeed drop us off at the base of the bluffs at the edge of the water. ...then down came a rope.
The final stage of the journey was to stand on this loop of rope, holding on as it was hoisted up a couple feet from the bluffs, all the way to the top. AMAZING!!!! I could see why the miniature train was added to let people arrive right at the top, but Bucket was right that this was the best way to get a feel for the island.
The greenery was so lush and the water so blue. It was absolutely gorgeous! The only picture I could add to this blog was one of Costa Rica and that doesn't even do it justice. Just as I stepped off the rope at the top, I woke from my dream. My heart soaring I was torn between wanting to be back there and being too excited to fall back to sleep. It was a beautiful way to launch me into a new day.
This year has started off with a few more bumps than I would have preferred. That is the thing about expectation versus real life; we generally set the first pretty high. We don't live in a movie set. Things are going to happen outside our control. And we may not even respond as well as we had hoped. But we do get to keep moving forward. We get to brush ourselves off and try again. We get to say apologies or accept someone else's, sometimes both at the same time.
When the train was flying down those tracks it did not stop each time I caught my breath a little at a sharp turn ahead. It kept moving. When my hair would fly in my face or the tracks would bump I did not dwell on it because I was too in love with everything else going on. So how do we fall in love with the life we are creating, enough that the bumps are mere blips in our consciousness? How do we keep our focus on all the beauty around us?
I don't have a black and white answer for those questions. We are all different and this dream that was amazing to me may be a nightmare to you. But we all have the ability to love our lives so fully that we can overcome the bumps and bruises we get along the way. It's something I'm still working to improve but I have faith.
I'm grateful to love my life. I'm grateful to see areas I could let go the bumps to love a little more. I'm grateful to know that no journey is perfectly smooth and that sometimes it is the bumps and sharp inhales that make the ride that much better. I'm grateful for this magical dream. I'm grateful for all the symbolism and all the beauty. I'm grateful to wake energized for a new day. I'm grateful to have had my husband and my dear friend Bucket by my side. I'm grateful to know that angels are real and that my loved ones are with me. But I'm even more grateful when I get to see them and hug them in my dreams. And I'm grateful for trains, for all they have meant to me for so very long and all the symbolism and comfort they give me.
What do you love? What fills you with joy? How do you infuse that into the daily aspects of your life?
May today remind us that we are here to live, to explore, to play, and most of all to enjoy our experience. May we know that we are supported through the bumps and feel reassured that we will always return to the light after a dark spell. Have a beautiful day!