Our house was getting too small.
Or our lives were too crowded. We were to busy to do anything about it. I was not able to go to sleep, tossing and turning, worrying and thinking. When I finally drifted into a troubled dream it suddenly all made sense. I had just dreamt that we had an extra room that we did not know anything about. I felt calm, relaxed and happy and slept soundly the rest of the night. The next morning I was halfway down the stairs, going to open the door to that new room, before I realized how impossible that would be in a house that we had built ourselves.
I still knew the dream to be true though, I just was waiting to understand how.
I prayed and waited, thought and wondered.
For several weeks I did not understand the answer, even if I got one clue after another.
I was asked to write some texts. I was asked to design some book covers. I was asked to do some creative sewing projects. I had some paintings framed, and sold them. I was asked to sit on a board.
Not out of the blue, I had always done these things, I had just not known that I had to do them.
Now I know, I am happy only if I create something.
Not necessarily things, even peace has to be made. That is how I regard counseling, coaching and board work. To create in these settings is to visualize and to make a setting where reflection is possible.
My soul told me that it was not really the physical space that was too crowded.My whole family was suffering because I had acted as there was no place for my soul.
Now I know the dream was true, now I know it is up to me to make it possible.