There’s a difference between expectations and dreams.
Expectations feel rigid and fixed; an unmovable vision of the future.
Whereas dreams are sewn with threads of hope, painted in possibility.
Expectations are doomed from the beginning.
Nothing and no one ever measures up.
But dreams feel participatory.
Under this Dreaming Moon, the same one that the “great-great-great-grandmas” of the witch song dreamed under, I can feel them.
And what I feel is that I am their dream.
I, Katie Vie, life-long weirdo, protector of sacred space, stoker of fires, alive and well, was once a dream in someone’s mind.
Maybe she laid on her back on a night like this, surrounded by tall trees and owls and foxes, looking at the stars and dreaming of me.
Or maybe she peered through the bars that imprisoned her, beaten, exhausted, delirious, and used her last ounce of magic to dream of me.
That slays me.
And fuels me.
How do I know I’m a dream?
Well, don’t you dream of a future?
If you have kids, do you dream of the world they’ll live in?
The people they will love and be loved by?
With or without kids, don’t you dream of future leaders, innovators, change makers, and peace bringers?
Of course you do.
Those folks are your dream.
And if that’s true, then you are the dream of someone else.
Someone dreamed of you, you exactly.
Doing exactly what you’re doing.
They dreamed of a woman who could vote.
They dreamed of a woman who could hold public office, go to college, earn degrees, and run her own business.
A woman who was not property, who could live alone and support herself; have her own bank account and get her own mortgage.
A woman who could be a witch, a deep feeler, a connector, a plant whisper, a stone listener right out in the open.
A woman who could order gajillions of tarot cards, have them delivered to her door, and offer readings through a crystal ball.
You are a living dream-come-true.
Because the world hasn’t always been like this.
Despite the myriad of problems we still have to solve, it’s a fucking lot better than the world where there were inquisitions and manuals for torture, right?
The reality we have now began as a dream.
So, two things.
First, be the dream.
Live the shit outta your life. Rock out. Be all in. Feel your blessings.
Feel the support and legacy as the live-er of a dreamer’s dream.
Pride, not obligation.
Second, keep dreaming.
Dreaming is how we change the world.
Dream of equal wages, fair trade, equanimity.
Dream of sexual safety and an anti-racist world.
It’s an act of power; an investment.
And it’s the exact magic for today, under this Dreaming Moon.
Dream your heart out.
Dream your ass off.
The future relies on it.
love & dreaming,