Waves at the beach.

Reoccurring dreams to be specific. Do you have them? If so, please share in the blog comments. I have a dream that has trailed me through life, and I absolutely love it. But I can’t make it happen. It comes when it wants.

My dream always involves stormy seas. Waves. Major waves. Sometimes I body surf them, sometimes I struggle to get to them, and sometimes they pull me under.

But they never scare me. They envelop me. Even when I’m under, I can breathe under the water, and I embrace the magic of them swirling around me.

Since I love the dream, I’ve tried to track when the dream occurs. Over time I have narrowed it down. The dream comes when major changes occur in my life. How beautiful is that? It’s not always bad changes, either. But it’s always change.

I’m in an unknown, dealing with something I can’t control, yet I’m always able to cope with it. And if I give in and let go, I get taken on a most beauteous ride.