I woke up this morning on a working adventure and found myself in Scotland. It was so real that it stayed with me throughout the day. It made me think of this poem, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, I came across several years ago and I wondered, “What if. . . .”
What if you slept …
What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?
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(This is widely believed to be the work of Coleridge but no publication dates or details are yet known.)
(Poem taken from allpoetry.com)
I love this as it stirs up imaginations of infinite possibilities. Soon, I could feel myself there, in a mini mall with small shops, trees and little tables all around for people to sit and visit. I could see the buildings close by, as it seemed like a small city, and beyond there were mountains (or hills).
I remember, when I came out from where I was working, I realized I had traveled and was in a different place. In looking out, my instincts told me I was in Scotland but had to ask to be sure. “Scotland”, I said to the woman next to me. “I’m where my ancestors came from”.
I was trying to decide what to do next, whether to go back to work and stay connected with whom and what I know or go out and explore. I woke up before I made my decision but already I knew I was leaning towards going for it.
In relaying my dream to hubby, I could hardly contain myself. Here, I was awake and still trying to work things out in my head, like finding where I was and if there was someone I knew to contact. I imagined checking to see if I still had my cell phone, money, passport ― whew! But, I think all I had was my cell phone. There would definitely have to be some Divine direction needed.
I probably wouldn’t have thought much on this dream or given it too much energy had I not already had 2 people, since the beginning of the New Year, mention road trips to me. I thought my 2016 word, courage, was going to take me in a much different direction. Unlike, the post I was writing on political rantings and the courage of speaking out.
Scotland has always been on my bucket list and I’ve done some ancestry research on my grandparents with the help of a cousin in Australia. I hadn’t had much luck until Marianne came into my life, even in writing to Aberdeen & North-East Scotland Family History Society a number of years ago.
It’s a place that has always fascinated me not only from family history but with the Findhorn Foundation, as well. Years ago, I even entertained the idea of submitting a proposal to do a talking-stick workshop but circumstances were different then and I never mustered up the courage to go forward with it. (There’s that word again.)
Getting back to family and Scotland, I wrote a post, “Telling Stories – Holding Onto Memories”, some time ago about my great-great-great grandfather, Thomas Edward. My dad left me with a book that was written about him over a hundred years ago.
He was a Scotch Naturalist with no education but a passion for nature. So much so, he was kicked out of more than one kindergarten because, on the way to school, he would pick up creepy, crawling things and they would slip out of his coat or cap while sitting in class. It was the reason for his lack of education but not because he wanted it that way.
Throughout his life, his passion continued for nature and every night, after work, he would wander the coasts of Scotland combing for new species of birds, fish, reptiles ― anything that would fly, swim, or crawl.
Over time, he was recognized for the new species he had discovered, After the publication of the book, “The Life of a Scotch Naturalist”, he finally received due honors, with the likes of some distinguished gentlemen as Charles Darwin, and was given an award and pension by Queen Victoria.
So my fascination and dreaming continues of a land a continent away. Knowing I have distant relatives around the world, there is history to be recaptured and walks along a coast ― perhaps, where my great-great-great grandfather walked so long ago. The energy connects me between this world and the world beyond.
Who knows . . . and what if this year is the time for dreams to be brought into reality and, as Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote, instead of holding a beautiful flower in my hand, I’ll be embarking on a trip across the sea.
Pat from the ‘ol kitchen table