Natural Mystic

I walked onto the soccer  field and saw him. His flowing locks were sparkling as though they held the stars of the night. His eyes held me, twinkling knowingly, as his arms outstretched to embrace me. 

Bob Marley.

One of the only dreams I wished could have lasted.

Robert Nesto Marley is not only a musical icon, but is widely known to be a spiritual person.

The night I dreamed about him, I was struggling with the idea of singing my own music.

I wrote my first song when I was 11. My voice floated all around me with a melody and I captured the lyrics in my journal. This happened consecutively for 5 years. Singing to myself and writing it down. 

Sadly, I listened to the outside voices that encouraged me to get a "job" and starving artists struggle and blah blah blah and life is real.

I forgot about that little girl and her songs. 

And then one day, I went to a Vipassana Meditation retreat and sat in silence for 10 days. On the final day when we could speak, I did not. 

I sang.

While I sat in silence, and all the noise of my thoughts settled,there was one little voice there.

There she was again, that little girl still singing and this time I heard her and listened.

My own song expanded inside of the silence and lifted me up. 

And so to dream of Bob Marley, a person who represents the universal healing power that music can have was and is a blessing.