A Living Dream
I flicker my eyes open to the sound of my best friend's voice in the driver seat, waking me gently: "Look, there's a rainbow." I had fallen asleep in the ocean of blankets in the back of the car as we weaved around the mountainside. We had taken out the seats and made a bed so everyone could rest comfortably during the drive to and from the rainforest. An actual rainforest. In the state of Washington. This country continues to surprise me.
I'm still damp from the hikes in the rainforest when I awake. (The dampness I feel on my clothes takes me back to the day before. When we climbed to a waterfall, and I stood under it, feeling the rush of air and water on my face.)
I lean up to look out the window. And there it is. A rainbow. Lit perfectly by a ray of sunshine. Arching up and out of the water, stretching over the tree tops.
All of a sudden, the piles of white blankets around me look like clouds. I'm floating. It all looks and feels like a dream. But it's not. I look out the window again. The mountains look like islands, the water is glacier blue, the rainbow is shimmering with light. The scene is one from a fairytale. My mouth gapes open, everyone in the car falls silent, taking it all in.
For a moment, everything in my life makes sense. Every fumble and stumble, every love and loss, every darkness, every doubt. It is thrown into perfect balance. The black melts away into that rainbow and transforms it into colors. I'm meant to be here, right now, in this moment, surrounded by these inspiring women - my soul sister, and healers, and artists, and creators, and travelers. Everything has led me to this. I feel it all.
It feels empowering but humbling, loud but quiet, universal but secret.
These are the moments one lives their entire life for. When dreams etch their way into reality. When magic is painted like a masterpiece before you. When time stands still. And you feel at peace. With yourself, and everything around you.
And how lucky am I to have lived it.
(Photo : Anna Ward Photography)