Monday, January 13, 2014

Seven of cups: dream, dream, dream!

Robin Wood Tarot
The subject of yesterday is keeping my mind occupied. Especially since women raised in the 50th, 60th and 70th were not encouraged to dream and worse, sometimes even discouraged to dream. We were told to behave and smile, play with our dolls and color between the lines. It was not appropriate to be loud  en adventurous and get dirty like the boys of our age. But perhaps it is never too late to change. Why not dream now. Make up our own adventures, send our most exuberant wishes into the universe and trust they will come true. To believe in the magic of our imagination.
This card did not come up randomly. I picked it myself! Often this card is associated with someone with a lethargic attitude or an airy fairy type of person who has to stop dreaming, choose what she wants and get on with it. Someone who has got her head in the clouds (Literally; the clouds are made of her hair)
But today I say let her dream. And let us dream spectacular dreams, naughty dreams and impossible dreams. Take your old and dusted dreams from the shelf. Just dream and be happy with it. Don’t think any of these dreams can’t come true. Neither would you have done this when you were little. Everything is possible; the sky is the limit. 
Play with your thoughts, write them down, eat some chocolate or ice cream , smile and be happy about them and perhaps even share a tiny one in a comment???
I will be first:
It is/was my dream to live in a small cottage on the heath and lead a self-sufficient life there with some animals and a patch of land to grow some veggies. I would fill my house with stacks of books and read for hours and  afterwards listen to the silence of my surroundings. I would spin the wool from my own sheep eat the eggs of my chickens. I would life a simple but a fulfilling life. This dream came up for the first time when I was around 14 years old. When I remember this and visualize me living there on the heath, I feel so good. 

11 comments:

  1. The first important dream I can remember was the deep desire to live in the 1800s, and be a member of a native American family in the Great Plains of the West. I remember that when I was around 5 years old my mother told me I could be whatever I wanted to be when I grew up, so I told her: "I want to be an Indian boy!" That was a tall order!!! Native cultural preservation has always been close to my heart as an adult, but I'm still not an Indian boy ;-) (Good thing, too, or else I wouldn't have my three fabulous kids!)

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    1. An now you have the medicine cards;)
      Perhaps Spirit of the wheel would be a great deck for you too
      Thank you for sharing this dream from you childhood with us

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    2. I just looked up that deck, it's lovely! Thanks for the recommendation, it's not on my wish list :-)

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    3. Hahaha, I mean it's NOW on my wish list!!!!! :-D

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  2. Your dream is very much like my dream :) I remember reading a book called the White Witch, and thought I would love a little cottage somewhere, with gardens full of herbs for medicine and magic. We live on a quarter acre block with 3 chickens and some gardens, but I could grow herbs and read full-time - what a dream! Monica

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    1. I have to admit I can remember growing the herbs and stuff but not getting my hand dirty :D
      What a wonderful mind we have!
      Thanks for sharing.

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  3. I was a reader as a child, and loved books about animals and the outdoors, so my dream involved doing something along those lines - an oceanographer (remember Jacques Coustea?), a farmer, a park ranger, etc. Unfortunately none of those dreams came true, but I still feel a close connection to the land and all its creatures. :)

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    1. It appears some of our childhood dreams came true in very subtle ways. We still feel the attraction to the subject of these dreams. Perhaps this dreaming was a major part in the shaping of our personality.

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  4. I have to say, I had a couple of big dreams come true last year, and hopefully another one this year :) Even though I was brought up in the seventies, my mum was rather a feminist hippie, and taught me I could do anything I liked. She still had plenty of those "good girl" hang-ups, but she was at least conscious of them and fighting them.
    I love your recommendation to dream big and naughty and wonderful dreams!

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    1. Thanks. I am certain we never should stop dreaming. Sometimes I think reading fiction is a substitute for childlike dreams. The stories we read can carry us away on pretread dream paths

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