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Dreams

You have to listen to

Hit with clarity A familiarity Like reality

Woken by the scene So vivid within my dream Knowing what it means

No hesitation Insistence for creation Pulled exploration

What if’s may persist No longer can I resist Books that will exist

Dreams seemed to vanish when I became a mother.

My energy was focused purely on surviving.

As my youngest is edging closer to four, conditions are aligning, allowing me to choose more consciously the direction of surplus energy to flow.

Since the start of this year, I have had an intention to remember my dreams each night as I drift off. In the last few months, the intent is starting to pay off. I am beginning to remember my dreams again. Yay! A few nights ago, I received a dream of instruction.

In this dream, I met someone called God. As Kira Dawn knows, I have not been one to use the word, God. Universe, source energy, higher power or light are less weighty for me to say.

In this scene, the name introduced like any other name. Kylie, Lee, Andrew, Paul, John. The power and connotations of “God” were not felt.

While conversing with God, the subject of the allergy book series I have been haphazardly working on, came up.

Bit of a backstory to give some context here.

It has been two months since I declared in a Medium post, now was the time to get started on an allergy book series to help kids learn more about their allergens. I made an inventory of what I had at hand, and I was set.

Until I wasn’t.

Something came up.

My attention became diverted to a situation at my daughter’s school in terms of the risk management of allergies.

After many meetings, letters, emails and phone calls, happy to say, risks have minimised. Always room for improvement, but a major one has been resolved as much as possible for now.

At the face to face meetings, I could feel myself get a lump in my throat and tears well. I was right back to being a kid and at the same time, in the ambulance with my daughter after her anaphylactic reaction. I became frozen. Unable to tell my story without the threat of choking up.

A pile of printed case studies and other state’s legislation in my hands gave me a wall to hide behind.

How was I going to speak about anaphylaxis in front of a class full of kids without losing my shit?

Enter the dream.

“I don’t think I am up for it. Best to give it to someone else to bring to life”, I say

“You have no choice. You have to do it. It isn’t optional”, God replied.

I wake up. The lump is back in my throat.

Oh — it was just a dream. But it wasn’t just a dream.

It was an order for what I need to do. A slap in the face that I need to get my bum into gear.

I am listening universe. I am doing this!

In the process as we speak. Plans to have book number one completed for school next term.

The format no longer a concern — book, slides, youtube, ebook — one or all. The information will get out. It will no longer sit on slush piles waiting for someone else to take the next steps.

I am taking them now — day by day.

Seeds of Connection

Connections I am truly grateful for receiving leading up to and after the dream include —

Lucy (the eggcademic) gifting a space of reflection with her piece

Until reading Lucy’s words, all I had done in the last two months was fold nine pieces of paper together to play with the layout of my words in the children’s book.

A back and forth discussion with Carolyn Riker after reading her piece

I discovered her son has anaphylaxis too. She gifted me golden parenting wisdom. Using action in part of the presentations to distract and disconnect the emotion attached to the situation. Wow. Thank you. The rewards from reading and relating are infinite.

Trista Ainsworth gifted a back and forth that has boosted my confidence even more.

As if that wasn’t enough… 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.’s article and then prompt on Dreams

Thank you to each and every one of you.

Listed here or not for being cherished lights on my path.

Each and every one of your articles, claps, highlights, responses and presence means more to me than I will ever be able to express with my simple palette of words.

Thank you for reading

Thank you for being you