Dream time.

I'd like to tell you a story.

A true story.

Several years ago, I was driving in my car to Boulder, Colorado, to attend a two day dream summit. It was led by Robert Moss, an amazing dream teacher and writer of many books about using dreams as a shamanic practice. 

I was feeling quite stagnant and quite uninspired in my life at that time, and was deeply hoping this dream summit might point me in a new direction. I knew that imagination creates reality so I asked my imagination to activate right at that moment.

Is there anything you want? Anything that would inspire you, fill you with joy, make you feel alive? I asked myself.

The answer:  A horse. I would love to ride a horse, to be connected again with this sport/hobby that I have always deeply loved, but rarely had time or money for in my life.

Half an hour later, I am sitting in the circle of 60 or so attendees, each one a stranger to me. I turn to the lady on my left, "and what do you do?" I ask.

"I teach therapeutic riding with my horse." came the answer.

The Universe is more magical than we realize if we only give over our reality to it's playfulness.