Dream Falling

Today I am aware I have an audience. It makes it harder to write. I get a little lost sometimes when I think about you reading this. Performance anxiety sets in. I close my eyes, breath into my belly, pray, start again.

This morning I dreamt of a man falling from a 16th floor window. He rolled down the wall, head over heels again and again, sticking a pefect landing on his feet. We applauded. I wondered if I could fall and land so beautifully. I yearned to try but knew it was a stupid experiment.

My dreams are so obvious. I am in mid-fall, one of my choosing. I rarely fall gracefully, so beautifully as the man in my dream. Sometimes I land on my feet, sometimes I land on my head. Often life changes for the better when I surrender and fall.