Sacred Dreaming


Sweet sunlight touches my fingers as they glide across the keyboard feeling light and weightless. Today is a new day and it holds so much promise.

Plans of washing clothes, vacuuming, and cleaning up, are all flying out the window as I bask in the warmth of the light coming through the glass…thoughts of different possibilities drift by gently as I consider how to honour the gift of this day.

Nature is beckoning as light fairies are dancing across the water. I know I will be going outside soon with my camera to capture some of the magic.

It is fun to allow the words to weave themselves as Grandmother Spider is sending out a barely seen thread into the world on a slight breeze on this winter morning.

It is even more fun to allow myself to dream again. This day feels like it was made just for that.

Yesterday I started a new collage. I used to make one almost every year. They help me focus on what I want to manifest in my life. Their images remind me of what is important to me and keep me aligned with my dreams. Many of them have come true. p1130621I just have to look around and see what is here: living in one of the most beautiful places I could ever imagine, a sweet home with a wood stove and many windows and a beautiful view, a partner who appreciates and loves me, living in nature with a bountiful garden, fruit trees and berry bushes….the list goes on and on. There is so much to be grateful for and many dreams are now my reality.

Working on this collage brings up memories of dreams I am still longing for, some old ones and some I only recently allowed myself to have. It is a delight to see this new collage unfold as I carefully choose and position each image. In this process a memory of my father speaking about the fulfillment of one of his big dreams arises. He had a dream for many, many years to one day own a brand new Mercedes Benz. I was so happy when I heard around the time of his retirement that he was finally able to fulfill this dream. The next time my parents came for their yearly visit, I asked him how he liked his brand new car and his answer surprised me very much. He said: “The car is great, but the dream was even greater!” For him the joy of having and holding the dream and the connection to the mystery of its unfolding was more dear than the real thing.

My father passed away a few years ago, but still visits me occasionally in my night time dreams. He was instrumental to my partner and I moving to this beautiful place. I had a dream in which my father gave me the greatest gift. The problem was, when I woke up I couldn’t remember what it was. It was too big to bring back into this reality. I remember wondering all day what the gift had been. That evening I talked to a friend of mine who had known my father and who also knows me well. I told him about my dilemma of not remembering the dream fully. My friend asked me: “What is the biggest thing your father could give you?” Automatically I replied: “His Love!”. “No, bigger than that!” my friend said. I was shocked. This surprising answer from my friend prompted me to enter deeply into the question: “What could be a bigger gift than my father’s love?”  The answer came slowly to the surface with deep emotion. Tears were spilling from my eyes as I replied: “He gave me my life! …And then the memory of the gift came back: “In the dream he gave me permission to live my life the way I want to live it, not the way others expected me to or how I had been conditioned.” Tears are running down my cheeks again as I write this. He could not have given me a greater gift. The day after I had that dream and out of the blue my partner found this beautiful home on Cortes Island. We made the decision right then and there to let go of our lives in Victoria and move here. Less than two months after the dream my life had completely changed. I am not sure if I could have taken the step and given myself the permission to live my dream without the message and encouragement from my father.

The thread that Grandmother Spider has sent out is now anchored firmly to the big Fir tree in front of my window with the light and wind playfully changing it’s colour in the most magical way. I feel grateful to the power and sacredness of dreams and dreaming and hold a vision in my heart that our collective dreaming will weave a web of love, connection and a growing consciousness that celebrates the sacredness of all of life.



11 thoughts on “Sacred Dreaming

  1. michelle venne

    Thank you Elke. “Love liberates” spoken by Maya Angelou. It’s so perfect to read this after watching Maya’s video about her mother’s love liberating her. Maybe that’s what we’re all doing. Every time we love another, every time we let love in, we are liberating each other. Like a gentle invitation that it’s okay to be ourselves, to express ourselves, to live the gift that we are. Thank you Elke…<3 ❤ ❤

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  2. renedith

    So beautifully written! And tears came forth with my reading.
    I love your ending and feel it is happening, “…and hold a vision in my heart that our collective dreaming will weave a web of love, connection and a growing consciousness that celebrates the sacredness of all of life.
    Thank you, ren

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  3. patchoulipeople

    Wow, such powerful reading, I do wonder sometimes what is dreaming, we sometimes are all too accepting of the mainstream theories of the workings of our minds. Perhaps we travel and meet each other. I like to think so. Your home sounds wonderful.

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    1. drawingbackthecurtain Post author

      There is so much we don’t know yet, or perhaps have forgotten. The more I allow myself to be in the wonder and open to the dreamworld and the mystery of it all, the more I see that there is so much more than meets the eye. Thanks for reading my post!!!

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  4. Dancing Heart Healer

    I so love this post! Like you, I am a few years out, (three at the end of this month) from my father passing through the veil. I found that his passing, (and all that led up to it, and all of the care I gave to him in his final years, months and days of life) were absolutely essential in shaping who I have become. What a joy it is to recognize the profound gift we have in life, and the freedom we have to live it to the fullest! In the midst of death – new life is birthed. This is a lesson taught to us every day when we sit in our gardens, walk along the riverbanks or swim in Grandmother Ocean. This is a gift encountered every night as we enter and then depart from the dream world. Thank you for sharing your dream, your collage, your reflection and your photography. They are all beautiful!

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  5. drawingbackthecurtain Post author

    Thank you for your beautiful comment! My father passed away 4 years ago and it was one of the most profound experiences of my life besides the birth of my own children. And yes, it shaped me and it also helped me remember how to midwife someone who is ready to go to the other side. I am not the same person as I was before that experience.



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