Another Yoga Dream...

It is way past my bedtime, but I can't sleep! Maybe writing this post will make me sleepy...

Today in yoga, we had a very long ending shavasana in which my mind wandered almost subconsciously across the globe. I sometimes have these vivid day dreams that start with an image and then they run on with almost no control on my part.

I pictured myself as a beautiful, orange butterfly about the size of my palm. I flew down to Brazil and found my dad sitting in the sunny veranda of his apartment. I landed on his arm and made him smile. He just delighted in this pretty visitor, not knowing it was me. We just enjoyed the warmth together.

After a while, I flew across the Atlantic and the African continent to Ethiopia. It was still the same sunny afternoon somehow. I flew to the countryside where I found a small hut type dwelling. There was a young woman inside who was ill. I don't know what was wrong with her, but she was very weak and in a small bed. She had a very young baby girl on her lap, wrapped in blankets. There was a little boy crawling on the dirt floor. I landed on the woman's shoulder and tried to give her some of my strength. I brushed my wings on the baby girl's cheeks, telling her that I loved her. I flew in front of the crawling baby boy and he giggled as he tried to catch me. The sun's rays illuminated the children and I knew they were my children. I loved them and I loved being able to see them, but I also had peace and patience.

I flew outside and found a young man coming in from the day's work. He was very, very tired, but he smiled when he saw me. I tried to send him some strength, too.