too much time in the woods, maybe.

There was a moss-covered cliff, hundreds of feet high, and directly below that, a deep pond. Someone got the idea to jump off the edge into the water, for the thrill of it. Everyone was sure he would die, but then he didn't. With the first successful jump in mind, a young couple dove after him, and they also lived. A family of four thought for sure it was safe after that. "It's not safe, don't do it," I thought. Hand in hand, they jumped anyway. I watched as two of them tumbled down the side of the cliff to their death. Of the two that missed the cliff, the boy was fine, but his sister hit the water funny and broke her neck. After that came a slow motion montage of jumpers. Some of them bobbed to the surface, smiling. One girl bounced off the side of the cliff twice and then fell into the water with both legs broken. Judging by their clothes, the whole thing took place in the seventies. All the jumpers were beautiful, and, forgive me for saying so, crazy.

Here in the woods I meditate a lot. I’m wondering if that’s what’s causing all of these cinematic dreams. What do you think it means?

One thought on “too much time in the woods, maybe.

  1. I sort of like to allow strange things like this to follow me when they happen. This image or idea of jumping is inside you for some reason. Wild to find that picture after this dream. Curious to hear what you think it means. My late Aunt always said “the universe provides” sometimes quite obvious, sometimes there is work to do to find out what exactly that is. Perhaps it is simply the woods and cabin fever (assuming you are still at your retreat).

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