Yesterday on my way out, I saw some people standing on the sidewalk cutting my flowers. Not again! In spring time I caught a lady cutting my flowers, made quite a distinctive memory. When I was closer, realized it’s our neighbors trimming their own flowers. Whew! Trouble avoided, fight or flight, confrontation or call the police… In such a short time, my mind has traveled several laps. I’m so glad it turned out to be nothing.
The same night I had a dream, I dreamed of my neighbors, the ones who were trimming their own flowers. They brought a lot of gifts visiting us, and told me they were moving out. There were at least 20 or 30 boxes of gifts.
I woke up and thought about my dream. Naturally running into them triggered the dream, but why the gifting? What have I done to deserve all those gifts? How can I pay them back?
I suddenly realized those are gifts from life, rain or shine, this journey is a gift that we can never pay back. It’s a privilege to journey through this world, the ups and downs, gain or pain. The experience is wrapped as a gift package, but disguised as baggage sometimes, especially the painful or bitter ones. As we open them one by one, we get our lessons or rewards from life. To receive is a blessing, to retrieve is enlightening!
I ‘m so glad I’m awakened from the dream.