Empty Chairs

 

"Bring all of you to the table."

Sarah Blondin

In the dream, there was a secret garden with a table surrounded by chairs. It was candle lit with nature singing a haunting song. In my long robes, I chose a chair while wondering who else would attend.

One by one, each seat was filled representing different parts of me. There was the daughter, mother, grandmother, social worker, counselor, small shop owner, and multi-relationship participant. My gaze drifted around the table, nodding to each one.

Slowly, I realized how my life had been filled with spirit no matter which chair I happened to be sitting in. My fascination with light was predominant throughout every placement. The dreamscape faded as it reflected my heart secured in sacred space.