The Life of My Dreams

I am just back from a wonderful Co-Counseling workshop at which the leader encouraged us to imagine "the life of our dreams." I will share with you what mine might look like.

The life of my dreams is one in which I am free to be myself: strong, loving, lovable, flexible, inspiring, funny, relaxed, and more. It is a life in which I don't pretend to be "normal"; in which I don't need to pretend anything. I can just be real.

It includes living where I care about my neighbors and they care about me -- where I know that if I am having a hard time, I can turn to anybody in the community and he or she will give me the attention I need to discharge so that I can notice again who I really am; where everybody reflects back to me what a good person I am and where I do the same for them; where anybody who attacks another receives just as good healing attention as the person being attacked, so that attacks become a thing of the past. (We have better ways to resolve our differences.)

It is a life in which I enjoy my work and make new friends each day, in which I reach out to others, just because that's the way I am.

It is a life in which physical touch is safe and freely shared.

It is a life in which injustice is not suffered in silence.

It is a life in which I sing with my co-workers -- as we prepare a meal, or pull weeds in the garden, or put in landscaping.

It is a life full of play: playing with young people and people of all ages, dancing, reading, acting, making music, creating skits, laughing together, learning things together, speaking many languages together.

It's a life in which my tears of joy and grief are welcomed and I can feel my terror and come out the other side, feeling my strength again.

Myra Bair
Prescott, Arizona, USA
Reprinted from the newsletter of the
Phoenix, Arizona, RC Community

Last modified: 2017-05-06 23:35:41-07