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I’m Finally Letting Go Of My Mom
She’s Been In My Dreams For Quite Some Time
I’m finally moving out to sea.
I’m letting go of the shore and understand that I may never set foot upon this land again. And that’s ok.
Though I’ve been estranged from my parents for many years, they’ve remained with me in my thoughts, in my actions, and in my fears. Our story is long and painful and if you want to know the details you can listen to my podcast episode on that here.
But this post is about how I’m finally moving out of this space; not how it all started.
As a dream interpreter, I practice what I preach and listen to my dreams often. Sometimes, they show me details about myself, in other moments they actually help me do some of the healing work I’m consciously trying to move through.
My dreams have been consistently interacting with the imagery of my mother lately. We’ve been reviewing our connection in my dream space, at least from my perspective, and I’ve come to this inner knowing that I’m ready to move on.
You see, though I haven’t spoken to her in years, she speaks to me often in my thoughts. She’s the voice that criticizes, the voice that denies, but also the voice that makes me laugh and recall old memories.
