In March-April this year, I walked 500 miles across Spain on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route. Most days, I asked someone that I met to choose a piece of music that expressed how their journey was going. When I finished, I had a playlist of 27 songs.
I plan to use each song, week by week, as an inspiration for my Fundamentals session.
The first song, chosen on the first day by a kind-hearted Italian man, is (was) “Sogna, Ragazzo, Sogna”. Or “Dream, Boy, Dream”.
As the title suggests, it is about dreaming.
“I know poets who move rivers with their thoughts
Io conosco poeti che spostano i fiumi con il pensiero
And infinite sailors who know how to talk to the sky
E naviganti infiniti che sanno parlare con il cielo
Close your eyes, boy, and believe only what you see inside
Chiudi gli occhi, ragazzo, e credi solo a quel che vedi dentro”
I love having the song as the opening of my playlist, and as a reminder of the opening of my journey. What better way to begin than with dreams?
Recently, I have been enjoying watching my dreams catalyse into embodied desires. They are alchemising from “I’d love to do that some day”, to “let’s start this today!”.
I dream of cultivating loving romantic partnership. I dream of becoming a father. I dream of giving myself as a teacher, and of earning enough money in that work to provide financial security for myself and my family.
What do you dream of? What is it like to be with that question?
What fears and inhibitions arise in us when we consider sharing and enacting our dreams?
How are our dreams calling to us, from moment to moment?
What is it like to speak as our dreams?
On Wednesday, I’ll begin with an invitation to consider these questions.
May your days be woven with the magic of dreaming.
I plan to use each song, week by week, as an inspiration for my Fundamentals session.
The first song, chosen on the first day by a kind-hearted Italian man, is (was) “Sogna, Ragazzo, Sogna”. Or “Dream, Boy, Dream”.
As the title suggests, it is about dreaming.
“I know poets who move rivers with their thoughts
Io conosco poeti che spostano i fiumi con il pensiero
And infinite sailors who know how to talk to the sky
E naviganti infiniti che sanno parlare con il cielo
Close your eyes, boy, and believe only what you see inside
Chiudi gli occhi, ragazzo, e credi solo a quel che vedi dentro”
I love having the song as the opening of my playlist, and as a reminder of the opening of my journey. What better way to begin than with dreams?
Recently, I have been enjoying watching my dreams catalyse into embodied desires. They are alchemising from “I’d love to do that some day”, to “let’s start this today!”.
I dream of cultivating loving romantic partnership. I dream of becoming a father. I dream of giving myself as a teacher, and of earning enough money in that work to provide financial security for myself and my family.
What do you dream of? What is it like to be with that question?
What fears and inhibitions arise in us when we consider sharing and enacting our dreams?
How are our dreams calling to us, from moment to moment?
What is it like to speak as our dreams?
On Wednesday, I’ll begin with an invitation to consider these questions.
May your days be woven with the magic of dreaming.
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