The Whale In Your Heart. Projects Begging To Be Born. That Thing You Can’t Avoid.
IMAGINE THIS, IF YOU PLEASE…
You are in your bedroom, sitting on your bed. You are cozy, surrounded by pillows and luxuriating in the softness of your duvet. You’re content, happy.
You are in a place that is at once comforting and familiar. You turn to look out your window and realize you are underwater. This shocks you for a moment.
But, you can breathe. You are ok. So, you rationalize, I am in my room but in an underwater complex. Like Atlantis. Like Sequest DMV. Okay, cool.
So, take a moment to understand that. Look around – make sure this is your room and that you are safe. You are.
In awe, still perched on your bed, you swivel your head to look out your window, which has been transformed into a porthole. Deep and mysterious ocean surrounds your snug habitat.
Then, you spot a whale swimming outside. Beautiful in its grandiosity. You marvel at his grace.
After passing by your porthole a few times, the whale takes a very large arc. He’s swimming out to sea. Away from you. You’re sad to see him go.
As if he senses your sadness, he circles back. This time, he’s swimming directly towards you. While he approaches you straight-on, you’re not afraid. There’s nothing menacing or scary about his approach.
Inquisitive, he swims up to your porthole. He aligns himself with his eye framed by your porthole window. You are staring into the eye of a beast so much larger and more powerful than yourself.
All you can see is that eye, but he can see your entire room. In this moment of communion, you feel like he sees everything.
You blink and stand in awe of the creature’s intelligence. You know, in your deepest core, that this whale is part of you now.
THEN YOU WAKE UP AND THINK WHAT THE HELL?
This is a dream I had not so long ago. It was the early hour of the morning when I rest my eyes between the first ring of my alarm and the sounding of the snooze. Neither awake nor asleep, I linger between states of consciousness.
I woke up with an overwhelming sense of, What the Fuck?! Dude, I just dreamt about an enormous whale staring at me. I went to twitter, facebook and google to surmise the significance of this dream.
Almost immediately, I knew what was up. You see, days before I had a great idea. This compulsion and need to explore how businesses use vulnerability. Rolling on the high of my hypothesis, I reached out to a few bloggers and businesswomen I admire. I asked if they’d chat with me. I put it out in the universe and felt great. For about 12 hours.
After 12 hours, I began to wonder if my scheme was only half-baked. Would these people I admire take me seriously? Would they reject me? What happens if they say yes? I’ll have to level-up and really do this. Commit to this idea and project.
I got scared. I recoiled.
And, as responses started to come in from people who were lit up by my idea and wanted to participate, I dreamt about a whale.
WHAT GIFT ARE YOU RECOILING FROM?
What whale is swimming in the living room of your heart?
The whale represents what I cannot avoid – what’s in my heart. I harbor the desire to use my intuition and analytic skills to create a book that is useful and transformational.
Even in the throes of fear, I am reminded that I have to pursue this no matter what. It’s begging to be born.
How I felt during the dream seems to be a legend – it is possible to feel unsettled and safe, magnificent and troubled. We can push forward in spite of fear.
I know I’m not the only person who is experiencing this. Right? What desire persists even though you’ve tried to turn away from it?
Are you ready to accept the call?
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