Message in a Daydream
The rose quartz necklace my mom bought for me this past summer from an antique store…as soon as I saw it I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
ETA: 11/2/2021: Reading old notes in my phone, and came across this…two synchronicities jumped out at me…driving to work the other day and a crow swooped down in the sky in front of me. Seeing my mom over the 4th of July, and her buying me a rose quartz necklace I fell in love with from an antique store in Missoula…rereading this blows me away. I wasn’t ready then, as much as I wanted to be. I still had lessons to learn, the hard way…
October 26, 2018 Daydream:
I start with the cottage behind me; I can hear Logan’s cries but he’s okay. The handsome oak to the left, and the cool slate of the cave to the right. I walk to the cave—I’m barefoot and walking over clover. It’s rich and green beneath my feet. I pause at the entrance, feeling the coolness of the rock.
I step in—it’s dim but I can still see. A few fat spiders scurry into the corners. I walk in until I come to a fork in the path—I instinctively turn to the right. As I walk a cottontail hops in front of me. I smell a campfire burning, and I see an old woman—reminiscent of the wicked witch from Snow White—stirring a cauldron. She’s tossing a few ingredients in and without looking at me, tells me she’s been waiting for me. A crow is perched above, watching us. I don’t feel alarmed or scared.
She motions for me to sit on a nearby rock next to the fire and after I do, snips a lock of my hair and drops it into the cauldron. She tells me I need patience, that I’m trying to rush what can’t be rushed, and wisdom will come as it’s meant to. She tells me I need to stop trying to force things and trust that they will happen in their own time.
She holds the wooden spoon with the brew out for me to drink and I do. It’s a comforting broth. I think I’d like a second helping but I bite my tongue. I’m afraid of offending her. She gives me a second spoonful and admonishes me—that I need to have courage to ask for what feels right and not worry about others’ opinions so much.
The crow flies down and perches on my shoulder. I get a vision of the red apple from Snow White—this confuses me. This was the apple that poisoned Snow White in the Disney movie. She encourages me to research this story on my own, especially what the 7 Dwarves represent, to follow what resonates for my soul and only accept others’ wisdom if it feels true. She hands me a rose quartz necklace and blesses it with health and wisdom. She encourages me to shield myself more often with the white light to protect from negative energies.
She holds my face in her hands and I see her eyes turn steely blue, young, beautiful eyes. There is more to her than what appears, but she encourages me to go, for now. As I walk away the crow follows. I step out of the cave into the blinding light. I lie down on the clover and absorb the radiant warmth of the sun, my hands tingle and my shoulders relax.
I say a prayer of gratitude as I get up and return to my cottage.