the other night i dreamt of a staircase. it was wooden and deck-like, on the second floor of somewhere and i loved looking at it. it smelled sweet like a summer evening and each piece of wood was swirling with designs from the inside of the tree it came from.
at the bottom of the stairs and across the way there was a house i had been curious about for a very long time. it was a sweet tidy cottage shut up tight and no one was ever home. this time, the front door was wide open. i looked in and saw pretty couches and fancy lamps but i was too afraid to go inside
so i just looked.
i have since found out that dreaming of a staircase means that some sort of inner awakening is occuring - that the dreamer is coming into an as yet hidden "self-understanding" and, evidently, clarity is close behind.
turning 40 was comforting. it felt like i had 10 more years to figure everything out.
almost 10 years later i am 49 and still figuring. still trying to figure myself out . still looking for some direction.
maybe the dream was a hint. need to know which way to go?
take the stairs.
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In my life, that dream has meant that I am on a journey. As arduous as it seems, and is, and has been, life is and has been the staircase. Up and down, always climbing or descending, then climbing again. I remember a time when I was three years old, rushing downstairs to see my mother I tripped; tumbled down head over heals to the bottom. The slight lump on my forehead is my reminder. After the shock wore off, she said: "one step at a time Jimmy." With age, I believe the advice is easier to take. Relish each step, going up and down. Feel each tread. For me, whatever I find at the top or the bottom is just what I find. Then I have to turn around, climb or descend, richer for the experience. That's it for me.
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