by Digger Barr
I shove the snow shovel deep into the snow bank. I lift it up and toss it over the edge. The snow had a decent texture to it.
I reach out and scoop up a handful and eat it. It’s not snow, It’s actually key lime pie. With lots of creamy topping. So good.
I shout at my co-worker. Taste it. It’s key lime pie.
I wake up and say out loud, ‘Wow, I guess I am moving’.
As far as dreams go just about anything can happen.
Wouldn’t a country under snow siege be thrilled to know It was actually pie.
And then there is the dream interpretation.
In all my years of this practice finding meaning in the most bizarre scenarios has become common.
And yet how I get from ‘pie’ to ‘I am moving’ is really beyond me.
But there it was.
I look around my house of almost 20yrs and think, ‘well that’s not going to be easy’.
I am like a tree. Got my roots down deep.
My next thought takes me to the idea of releasing all my clutter.
I am totally good with that. Needs to happen and I welcome the process.
But something about actually moving somewhere doesn’t quite ring clear.
Where would I be going?
I realize that maybe physically I am not going anywhere.
This thought rang like a symphony of bells.
Like a welcoming party after a long voyage.
I need more information on this and so I sit to stare at the walls.
I am a firm believer that if you stare at a dot long enough all of the answers will come to you.
Such a magical dot.
I feel my body rise above the house and soon I am above the cloud line.
Rising even higher , I can see the cloud embankment is massive.
A storm is covering most of the world.
From this vantage point I can see the glorious sun and how it brightens the planet.
The planet turns slowly, ever so slowly like a chicken on a rotisserie.
The sun radiates into the cloud skin cover and reaches into the hearts below.
I wonder how all us chickens will be able to handle a Grand solar flash.
Is the cloud cover diffusing the radiation? The M class flares? The z class flares?
If the Solar flash is our moving van, will it only hit the chickens not under clouds?
Or only the side of earth that is facing the sun?
Will it be so instant that the planetary rotation will not matter?
Deep fried turkeys come to mind.
Or will the solar flash be like Muon particles that are so small no density will matter?
I thought I was staring at the walls to get more answers.
It seems I am only finding more questions.
And then I remember the Key Lime pie.
Tangy yet sweet, its complexity plays with the tongue.
This push and pull brings out the perfect combination for simple pleasures.
Just enough difference to give perspective and yet a balance found in the pie as a whole.
No matter how sweet or sour each bite seems, in another moment it will shift and become the other.
How is this an answer? you might retort.
Apparently you should eat more pie.