I have been wanting to look back through my dreams for times when OB might have shown up in dreams. I’ve journaled so many dreams that I can’t possibly remember them all. One thing I love about WordPress is the ability to search the database for key words and to organize your dreams by associating categories. Outside of my book, this WordPress is a black hole for my dreams. For the most part all these years I journaled them once and moved on never really returning to them. I knew someday I would need them. I think the day has come.
Today I reached a new mile marker in the surrogacy journey. I met with my surrogate and her husband at the fertility clinic for some pre-screening. This was the first time meeting her husband and the 2nd time meeting IM. It all went amazingly well. I am so blessed to have been matched with IM. Thanks to IM I now have a new family by choice. I think it is going to be a very rewarding journey. I already know it is spirit approved because of all the faerie dust that has graced my life. The magic is beyond words.
The desire to have a little one has been something that has haunted me for a long time. I’ve had so many subtle nudges from spirit as to the direction my life’s mission is to be fulfilled. So much so that I simply cannot ignore them. I had to acquiesce. And I say acquiesce mainly because for a long time I didn’t think it was possible. Single gay man at 54 having a baby are you crazy? I would have loved to do it long time ago but now? Why was spirit pushing me to have a baby? And the more spirit pushed me in this direction the more my own inner true desire to be a parent came to the surface. Till I just couldn’t deny myself this gift God is about to give me. I do know IT WILL HAPPEN. I have so much to write on this subject. I thought I would start by collecting all the dreams and checking their categories. So I did a search and this is the first dream I happened to click on. Again I am floored. Firstly, the dream is like no other dream. I must have had it when I was very much engrossed in dream work because of the detail within the My Mother’s Name is Penny.
I’m amazed that in this dream the span of time seems like a story from my daily life. For a time as I read it I questioned whether it was this really a dream? So precious is the message. I wish I knew all the answers. Just like in the dream I sit here fascinated by the life of Penny. I keep reading her post cards that come in with the nightly Currier; the dream. One message I get from this dream is that OB has a mom.
- 10000Last night I had a dream. I receive in the mail a postcard addressed to a woman who does not live in my house. The woman lives in Washington State whereas I live in Washington, DC. It is addressed to the organization she represents in care of her. My attention…