More about singing and a dream

Written by Tayria Ward on January 21, 2010

Yesterday I wrote about the song singing over the earth, using Rilke’s words. The feeling from that writing stayed with me all day. Today a lovely woman who regularly comes up to the mountain to do one day retreats with me was here for one of our days together. We talked and worked with her dreams through the morning and then during the afternoon, which she spends quietly journaling and reflecting, I took a nap and fell into a dream. A group of “carolers” (not Christmas carolers, just singers) had come to my house and were standing outside of the window to my office. They were singing not a two or three part harmony, but rather it seemed like a 16 part harmony, or many more that they had worked out – the singing so perfectly and intricately toned  that it was beyond anything I can describe. I tried to get up to go tell my guest that they were here and that we should run outside to see them and listen. I couldn’t get back into my body to move. Then she came into my room (still in the dream) to tell me that they were here and I tried hard to get back into my body, and finally made it. They had moved into a place nearby where they had numerous instruments being utilized along with their voices. It was one of the most exciting and intriguing things I had ever seen – and utterly surprising.

After my nap I told my friend of the dream. She sat quietly and then said she wondered if it was the spirits of this mountain singing over our work. I liked that. I am moved by this dream, so responsive to yesterday’s thoughts and feelings, and so affirming.

And just now I read today’s Rilke reading, in a poem called “God Speaks” from his Book of Hours. I’ll excerpt some lines:

I am, you anxious one.

Don’t you sense me, ready to break
into being at your touch?
My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.

I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am waiting.