Transitional phases of life bring dreams which
reflect our changing patterns of thinking.
These can be confusing in waking life and our dreams come to help us sort
out the changes. Today’s dreamer has
recently closed down a long-standing private practice and is, in her words, “trying
to find [her] way” in retirement.
Dear Carolyn,
Retirement is exciting and scary at the same
time. For me, the timing was perfect – I
was ready to close my business and shift into a more free-flowing style of
life. Or at least I think I am – the transition
is not as simple as I thought: I was
extremely disciplined for many years! I
feel pretty sure this dream is about my “new life” but don’t know why it made
me so mad!
In the dream I am teaching a yoga class in a large
barn-like studio. The class is very
full. I start with leg lifts to connect
core with breath. I often do this, but
the class members act like it’s weird and dumb.
I go to help Diane – an emotional and needy student – and as I do the
class gets very chatty and I lose their attention. They are not following my directions and I am
frustrated by this.
Then, out of nowhere, three women waltz across the
floor, right through the middle of the class!
They are in loose flowing gowns, beautiful and spirit-like, but they are
not appropriate for my yoga class. I
yell. I get mean. But nothing changes. There is a file cabinet with envelops that
have teachers’ names on them, but I don’t have one. What am I supposed to do? Make one?
Students are walking out and I hear them say, “I
thought she was supposed to be such a good teacher.”
Signed,
At Loose Ends
Dear Loose Ends,
Having spent the bulk of your working life in a self-controlled
and systematic atmosphere, it is understandable that you are looking forward to
a change of attitude and structure. Your
dreaming self presents you with the metaphor of teaching the discipline of yoga
to the part of you that no longer wants to pay attention to such things. Your newly retired, freer self is easily
distracted and even disrespectful of the restrained practice that was once so
central to your way of being. You no
longer have the credentials to operate in that arena – no name on the envelop.
But when the looser, more free-flowing part of you
waltzes through the middle of the scene, you are taken aback. Your former mode of operating – the more
rigid disciplinarian – may yell and be mean, trying to deny access to the free
spirit, but it is unfazed. Let yourself
unwind a bit, Dear Dreamer. Relax into
your new world. Or – recreate a
retirement duplicate of your working life.
Sweet Dreams to You!