I M Perfect lady

I prayed for twenty years but received no answer until I prayed with my legs. 

~Frederick Douglass, escaped slave

Last night in a dream I was able to see what I carried around, what I have been trying to put down or at least find the owner.

In my dream I was holding a boneless fat baby and dragging this huge duffle bag, which was his.

Life seemed to be moving along all around me, opportunities to engage, from adventures to shopping to eating in fine diners, people coming and going, and there I was with the floppy baby.

I couldn’t get a good grip to hold it, for the chub was slippery and I tried really hard to keep its head up and limbs looking normal, while dragging this huge heavy bag.

In yoga today, it came to me that this represents my spineless self, the one who didn’t stand for anything, but instead had to be carried around.  And this self came with a ton of baggage.

This baby was forever hungry; all I recall is the mouth under a head of wild hair.

What a great overview of seeing my self with carting around a belief system that kept me from being me and engaging in life.

I knew that the baby wasn’t mine and was searching for the owner, being my responsible self; I was unable to just drop it.

This also shows my dedication in not letting go, that I expect to find a person to take my old self from me, instead of just doing the job myself.

Now that I have this visual of how it feels to live with self with so much baggage, perhaps I will be able to just let it go.

Let it go and walk away free.

Free to enjoy life with empty arms!