The Soul Doctor

You ever have a span of time where your dreams are just whacky? Like for days or weeks in a row? 

You can’t seem to put your finger on their meaning?

Or they leave you with a sense of discomfort deep in your soul?

Oddly enough, I’ve had a solid month of dream messaging that has left me rather baffled.

This morning’s mind adventure placed me on a large boat that looked as if it had been either wrecked or damaged from a storm. I was with several other people and we were stranded in a large body of black water. I don’t recall seeing land in any direction. 

An old roommate’s hyperactive dog was there and kept jumping ship, only to somehow get back on the boat to do it again. A childhood friend who passed away from cancer nearly five years ago was there, too. She looked the same as she did when we were about 10 years old and acted as if no time had passed at all. 

I won’t go into detail about all the happenings inside the dream because I still haven’t figured out what my subconscious was trying to tell me. 

Plus, it left my soul feeling… well, kind of sick, to be honest. 

Every Monday morning, I sit down at my computer and write my blog, first thing. The topic I was supposed to be writing about at this very moment was “Money Goal.” At least that’s what was written on my nifty little spreadsheet. 

But I have zero desire to write about money or goals because, in this moment, it feels a bit trivial.

So instead, I’d like to do share a poem I read this morning in an attempt to pull myself out of the dream funk. 

It’s called “Soul Doctor” and was written by Chelan Harkin.

***

I wasn’t feeling well

so I went to the soul doctor.

She looked deeply into

my eyes

and said,

“Ahhhh, I see.

I see a brilliant soul in a world

that hasn’t yet learned

how to whirl.

Darling, I prescribe you

dancing,

singing,

poetry writing,

the uninhibited sharing

of your every gift.

Drink in this special tincture

of starlight.

Take in a concentrated dose

of beauty

during and between meals.

Put the warm compress

of sunlight

over every part of your body

and know of a certainty

there has only ever been 

one You!

And you are an essential nutrient

to all things

and your emergence

is the exact

prescription

for yourself

and the ailing of this world.

Come forward with your light

and heal both.”

***

I know I’m not alone in the land of dreamers who sometimes get shaken by the weird messages we receive as we sleep. It’s awesome when the message is clear, but can be a little disconcerting when it isn’t. 

So if your soul is feeling sick because you’re struggling to interpret the messages you’re receiving, or for any other reason in the world, then I encourage you to bookmark this poem. 

Because its message reads loud and clear.